In the centre of the upper gallery was a spacious saloon, appropriated to the governors of the asylum. “So Cheveney was her friend, you think, eh?” he remarked. " "You are the most wonderful human being I ever saw!" And he meant it. See paragraph 1. To be near someone, even someone who made a pretense of friendliness, to hear voices, her own intermingling, would serve as a rehabilitating tonic. Clotilde flew into a rage, crying, “How dare you lay claim to my children! I am their mother! This is a Godless house!” She accused. Perhaps I ought not to; but this isn't a case to fiddle-faddle over. Look at the cock’s feathers, look at the competition there is everywhere, except among humans.
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