He seemed too noisy. 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. She tiptoed to the stand and gathered up the manuscripts which she carried to a chair by the window. “I said you were”—he shouted—“NOT TO GO!” She made, and overdid, an immense effort to be a princess. He was bewildered. “My Mom never gets a good night’s sleep.
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