"Vous voyez bien que je ne suis pas cette bavarde, cette folle; nous ne nous ressemblons pas du tout." We ask, in amazement, how many more personalities may there not be hidden in the human frame?
Here is simple Madame B., who is not one person but three--first her commonplace self; secondly, the clever, chattering Leonie II., who is bored by B., and who therefore wants to demolish her; and thirdly, the lordly Leonie III., who issues commands that strike terror into Leonie II., and disdains to be identified with either of the partners in Madame B.'s body.
It is evident, if the hypnotists are right, that the human body is more like a tenement house than a single cell, and that the inmates love each other no more than the ordinary occupants of tenemented property.

But how many are there of us within each skin who can say?
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