"Come on, my lads!" vociferated Blueskin, "we'll unkennel the old fox. Her evident terror and distress reinforced the tale he told. ’ Gerald frowned. “Let me hasten,” she said, “to reassure you. “I suppose you’re like the rest of them. "Come to me!" cried the poor maniac, who had crawled as far as the chain would permit her,—"come to me!" she cried, extending her thin arm towards him. He was continually dramatizing the future, anticipating the singular role he had elected to play. ‘That—that—why do you speak of him?’ ‘Because I feel you ought to know,’ Gerald said calmly, but rising and watching her closely, ‘that all your trouble may be in vain.
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