Tonight Lucy doled out outré physiological theories of boys and their overactive hormones. 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. We come out into the world, some of us—” She paused. "Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key.
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