“It was my sister Anna. She came back with two women, one in each arm, which she threw down like sticks as she alit onto the stone causeway. What'll we call him—Rollo?"—ironically. It seemed to her that her father was in some inexplicable way meaner-looking than she had supposed, and yet also, as unaccountably, appealing. It feels like too much gold-dust clutched in one’s hand. They seemed the most wrapped things in all Ann Veronica’s wrappered world. "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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