On the mantelpiece in front of her was a note addressed to her in Annabel’s handwriting. “You are very kind to think of it,” she said, “but—don’t you think perhaps—that I had better not?” He smiled indulgently. "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. The winter had turned sea and sky to a wet gray.
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