Well-balanced, sane, wasn’t I? You never heard anyone
call me a madman? I’m pretty near being one now, and it’s her fault. ’
‘Of course you weren’t there,’ snapped Hilary. “It is unimportant,” she said. "
"All right, then. We want
to come to the station if this happens, okay? For your
own good. I know well that you are making a game with me. Some have no males. For although I must
confess it reads very much like an application or a testimonial or some such
thing as that, I can assure you I am writing this in fear and trembling with a
sinking heart. One marked difference
between the poor outcast, who, oppressed by poverty, and stung by shame, had
sought temporary relief in the stupifying draught,—that worst "medicine of a
mind diseased,"—and those of the same being, freed from her vices, and restored
to comfort and contentment, if not to happiness, by a more prosperous course of
events, was exhibited in the mouth. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved
to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart.
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