"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. ‘But my poor Jacques is wounded and—’ ‘All taken care of,’ interrupted Hilary. Asking her way once or twice, she passed along Fleet Street into the Strand, and crossed Trafalgar Square, into Piccadilly. Her father was an astute businessman and a hard worker, but also handsome in the face which had aided partly his ascension to the Guild.
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