McClintock, striking a match to relight his cigar, broke the spell. Annabel shook her head. . Nor can we. \"Thank you. With a cry of distress, she dropped the pistol and flew after him, racing past him to the door. " "You are an angel, I say," continued the poor maniac; "and my Jack would have been like you, if he had lived. I’ve told them all that was necessary, but I— wanted to ask your pardon—for having made myself a nuisance to you, and for breaking into your rooms—and to thank you—the doctor says you bound up my wound—or I should have bled to death. This done, he let himself carefully down by it, and having only a few feet to drop, alighted in safety. .
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