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It's no use talking to you, James, for you're mad--quite mad! He had argued the matter out with her good-temperedly, and William had supported him in pointing out that he was doing an eminently sane thing in marrying Flossy Ball. But Maud again and again had exclaimed, in her determined, aggravating voice,
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I say you are mad. They don't let lunatics marry--and just now you _are_ a lunatic, James!