It is like seeing my own reflected image step from the mirror and walk about doing things.

Two of us, Roger, two! If you saw her you would call her Georgian.

And she says that she knows _you_, admires _you_! _and she says it in my voice_! I try to shut my ears, but I hear her saying it even when her lips do not move.

She is as ignorant as she is afflicted and I cannot leave her.

She cannot hear a sound, though she can talk well enough about what is going on in her own mind, and she is so wayward and uncertain of temper, owing to her ignorance and her difficulty in understanding me, that I don't know what she would do if once let out of my sight.