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Sanity! Sanity! Sanity! Don't be afraid of the composer! The critic was tall, gay, and energetic, and also looked--indeed, seemed to mean to look--a thorough good fellow who had a hatred of shams. Lane, pale and discontented, had an air of being out of place in their company. Pretty women were everywhere, and there were many young and very smart men. On a sofa close to Charmian a dégagée-looking Duchess was telling a