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Creator: Benson, Robert Hugh, 1871-1914
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window, which was completely mysterious to him. He glanced through into the bedroom, and this was not much better. Certainly there was a bed; there was no mistake about that; and there seemed to be wardrobes sunk to the level of the walls on all sides; but although in this room he thought he recognized the use of everything which he saw, there was no single thing that wore a familiar aspect. He came back to his writing-table and sat down before it in despair. But that did not reassure him. He took out one or two of the books that stood there in a row--directories and address-books they appeared chiefly to be--and found his name written in each, with here and there a note or a correction, all in his own handwriting. He took up the half-written letter again and glanced through it once more, but it brought no relief. He could not even conjecture how the interrupted sentence on the third page ought to end. Again and again he tried to tear up from his inner consciousness something which he could remember, closing his eyes and sinking his head upon his hands, but nothing except fragments and glimpses of vision rose before him. It was now a face or a scene to which he could give no name; now a sentence or a thought that owned no context. There was no frame at all--no unified scheme in
The Sun Of Quebec A Story of a Great Crisis

THE SUN OF QUEBEC A STORY OF A GREAT CRISIS BY JOSEPH A. ALTSHELER AUTHOR OF "LORDS OF THE WILD," "THE GREAT SIOUX TRAIL," ETC. APPLETON-CENTURY-CROFTS, INC. NEW YORK COPYRIGHT, 1919, BY D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
which these fragments found cohesion. It was like regarding the pieces of a shattered jar whose shape even could not be conjectured. . . . Then a sudden thought struck him; he sprang up quickly and ran into his bedroom. A tall mirror, he remembered, hung between the windows. He ran straight up to this and stood staring at his own reflection. It was himself that he saw there--there was no doubt of that--every line and feature of that keen, pale, professorial-looking face was familiar, though it seemed to him that his hair was a little greyer than it ought to be. CHAPTER II (I) "I shall be delighted, Monsignor," said the thin, clever-faced statesman, in his high, dry voice; "I shall be delighted to sketch out what seem to me the principal points in the century's development."