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[[strikethrough]] sick [[/strikethrough]] wheels, suddenly the whole heavy chair with me in it was crashing down towards the marble office floor, to the time of the music of the concert in the big parlor below where my Mother was peacefully enjoying herself. I quickly realized what was important to do and slid out of the chair which went thundering down to the tiled floor below head over heels. Bell boys, clerks, musicians and guests rushed from their seats expecting to find me amidst the wreckage but looking up the stairs, there I sat perched in the middle of the flight comfortably among my pillows and blankets. I think Mother was too much accustomed to thrillers from her boys to swoon but I believe one of the other invalids at the Cure had to be revived. At the expiration of that season at the Water