She drew it out with shaking fingers. His wife's portrait had been removed from the walls, and the place it had occupied was only to be known by the cord by which it had been suspended. "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 bungalows and stores were built of heavy bamboo and gum-wood; sprawly, one-storied affairs; for the typhoon was no stranger in these waters. But no; she must step warily.
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