It was in no sense confessional; it was a state of mind in the patient the doctor had already anticipated. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for, I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she reminded me of my mother. “Well?” he asked her tersely. “There ought to be a Censorship of Books.
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