"
"Innocent and gentle be--hanged!" growled the doctor. "She's the old
Satan in female form. If you don't look out, Sally, she'll throttle you
to-morrow when you go in."
Sally gave a little yelp of dismay.
"Lor' a massy, Master Guy! then I'll not go near her. I ain't a-going
to be scared out of my senses by mad-women in my old age. I won't go
into her room a step to-morrow, Master Guy. If you wants to turn honest
people's houses into lunatic asylums, then set lunatic-keepers to see
after them. I shan't do it, and so I tell you."
With which short and sharp ultimatum Sally began vigorously laying the
cloth for supper.
Before Dr. Oleander could open his mouth to expostulate, his mother
struck in:
"I really don't think it's safe to live in the house with such a violent
lunatic, Guy. I wish you had taken your crazy patient elsewhere."
"Oh, it's all right, mother. She's only subject to these noisy fits at
periodical times. On certain occasions she appears and talks as sanely
as you or I. Sally can tell you."
"That I can," said Sally. "You'd oughter heerd her, missis, when she
fust came in, a-pleading, you know, with me to assist her, and not help
to keep her a prisoner here.
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