"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 was strong, not unlike a pack mule or a camel; she thought to herself and smirked. ‘She? Sa femme? That is the game then? That she could dare to take my place, that salope. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a hatch in the door, disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not as clean, as a dog-kennel. She decided to go on, after a momentary halt. The chief influence was her awakening sense of the need of money. And what did she do? Not only did she cut his hand in her rage, but she refused to let him help her, and then she ran away from him.
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