“That’s it,” she said. 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 untucked his starched shirt, running her hands along his smooth torso and underneath his arms. You cannot tell whether you know him or not until you have seen him. He turned irresolutely to the table upon which lay the scattered leaves of his old manuscripts. Her voice seemed to come from a long way off. "Here's the door. They are more base then the animals and cannot be suffered to live, do you understand?” She nodded. “You know nothing about the stage.
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