“I think I like it here,” Darcy said. “I must be going insane. We must make it official.” “We must,” Dr. Maddox said from his cell, not bothering to turn over to face him. What did it matter to him, anyway? He was blind. Well, not blind, or so Dr. Maddox said. I have proof. The marks on the wall. He’s been telling me how many marks he’s made. He couldn’t see them if he couldn’t see. His eyes only fail him at a distance. Darcy leaned over as far as he could, looking between the bars. Dr. Maddox still had his back turned away. There were no marks on the wall. Liar! Should he shout it? There was nothing Dr. Maddox could really do, even if he wasn’t blind or wounded or chained to a wall in a different cell. He could take Dr. Maddox. He could beat him senseless. He could imagine the blood flowing. I’m not a violent man. I wouldn’t do that. “I’m a gentleman,”
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