"Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear," replied Wood, receiving the little burthen with a laugh. In a tall glass the rind of a Syrian orange was arranged in spiral form. "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. She mentioned, with familiar respect, Christ and Buddha and Shelley and Nietzsche and Plato. Sheppard repressed the scream that rose to her lips, and both mother and son gazed with apprehension at the heavy figure of the thief-taker, which, viewed in the twilight, seemed dilated to twice its natural size, and appeared almost to block up the window.
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