The aunt rushed over to her nephew, knelt and wrapped him in her arms. " "Let me touch you, then; let me feel if you are really flesh and blood," cried the poor maniac, creeping towards him on all fours. Part of his head was swathed in linen bandages. He’s waiting. When first brought under consideration, she was a miserable and forlorn object; squalid in attire, haggard in looks, and emaciated in frame. He would pursue that little pastime on some other occasion. He resumed his listening. The Dawn Pearl; how well they had named her! The pearl without price—his and not his! He took her arm and drew it under his; and together they went down the veranda steps.
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