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." 'He began to walk with measured steps to and fro before my chair, one hand in his trousers-pocket, his head bent thoughtfully, and his right arm at long intervals raised for a gesture that seemed to put out of his way an invisible intruder.
'"I suppose you think I was going mad," he began in a changed tone.

"And well you may, if you remember I had lost my cap.

The sun crept all the way from east to west over my bare head, but that day I could not come to any harm, I suppose.

The sun could not make me mad.