"I did it on purpose.

It was a stage fall.

Lift me up again, and I'll repeat it.

I promise you lots of fun." I shall not dwell upon the agony of returning circulation.

It was to become an old story with me, and it bore its share in cutting the lines in my face that I shall carry to the scaffold.
When they finally left me I lay for the rest of the day stupid and half- comatose.