She packed her backpack with a change of clothes, some rags, and her old length of piano wire. He glanced up at the coachman. “You are mine, Annabel, and nothing shall ever make me give you up. "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. ’ ‘I am not the imbecile you take me for,’ Gerald said with dangerous calm.
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