” “Is my sister’s Christian name, then, of so much importance to you?” she asked with a faint smile. “Go on!” she commanded. She held out her arms to him and smiled. The open books she knew by heart; aye, they had been ground into her, morning and night. The oranges were of the Syrian variety, small but filled with scarlet honey. "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.
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