I
often try to make my mind bring back the circumstances under which I
lost consciousness. I throw my thoughts, so to speak, upon a wall of
darkness, and they come reeling back like waves that are dashed
against a cliff.'
'Then don't do so any more, Winnie. I know enough of such matters to
tell you confidently that you never will recall the incidents
connected with your collapse, and that the endeavour to do so is
really injurious to you. What interests me very much more is to know
the circumstances under which you came to yourself. I am dying with
impatience to know all about that.'
II
'When I came to myself,' said Winifred, 'I was in a world as new and
strange and wonderful as that in which Christopher Sly found himself
when he woke up to his new life in Shakespeare's play.'
She paused. She little thought how my flesh kindled with impatience.
'Yes, Winnie,' I said; 'you are going to tell me how, and where, and
when you were restored to life--regained your consciousness, I
mean--unless it will too deeply agitate you to tell me.
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