He had been dreaming of Ruth—an old recurrency of that dream he had had in Canton, of Ruth leading him to the top of the mountain. "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. “Why do you hate me again, my love?” He seemed to brighten, feeding upon the intensity of her emotion. I secured the dog after he had wounded me. “Thank God,” he exclaimed.
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