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“I have not the least occasion for supposing so.” “That,” said Betty, “would be the most terrible thing of all. If I thought that, I would say right out to my aunt that I wished at once to be sent to an asylum.” “You may set your mind at rest on that score.” “But loss of memory is bad, but better than the other. Will these fits of failure come on again?” “That is more than I can prognosticate; let us hope for the best. A complete change of scene, change of air, change of association——” “Not to leave auntie!” “No. I do not mean that, but to get away from London society. It may restore you to what you were. You never had those fits before?” “Never, never, till I came to town.” “And when you have left town they may not recur.” “I shall take precious good care not to revisit London if