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‘I don’t think it’s healthy,’ said I. Ladlaw lifted his face. ‘Nor do I. I think it’s intolerable, but I am so busy I can’t get away.’ Once again I caught Sibyl’s warning eye as I was about to question him on his business. Clearly the man’s brain had received a shock, and he was beginning to suffer from hallucinations. This could be the only explanation, for he had always led a temperate life. The distrait, wandering manner was the only sign of his malady, for otherwise he seemed normal and mediocre as ever. My heart grieved for Sibyl, alone with him in this wilderness. Then he broke the silence. He lifted his head and looked nervously around till his eye fell on the Roman bust. ‘Do you know that this countryside is the old Manann?’ he said. It was an odd turn to the conversation, bu