’ ‘A pretty tale. Some of the lunatics were rattling their chains; some shrieking; some singing; some beating with frantic violence against the doors. ” She had not, she reflected, remembered how prominent his eyes were. From this perturbed state he was roused by thoughts of his mother, and fancying he heard her gentle voice urging him on to fresh exertion, he started up. I felt—I felt living in a masked world.
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