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I ROSE to my feet and stood apart from her. For a moment it was like the end of the world--like the end of all sensation. I was trembling in every limb. I believe that I gasped for breath. She sat and looked at me. When I spoke my voice seemed to come from a long distance. I did not recognise it. My sense of my own identity seemed confused.
"I am the victim, then--the unhappy victim of your miserable theories!" I cried.