”I am speaking,” he tells his doctor,” from the depths of my heart—of my very soul. You don’t know whom you wrong, or how; and I may not tell. … Can’t you understand? Will you never learn? Don’t you know that I am sane and earnest now; that I am no lunatic in a mad fit, but a sane man fighting for his soul?
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