This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1905 Excerpt: ... Merciful Town, But we may not enter in Outcasts all, from her guarded wall Back to our watch we creep: We--pity us ah, pity us --We wakeful; oh, pity us --We that go back with Policeman Day--Back from the City of Sleep ', At the last echo he was aware that his mouth was dry and unknown pulses were beating in the roof of it. The housekeeper, who would have it that he must have fallen in and caught a chill, was waiting to advise him on the stairs, and, since he neither saw nor answered her, carried a wild tale abroad that brought his mother knocking at the door. 'Anything happened, dear? Harper said she thought you weren't--' 'No; it's nothing. I'm all right, mummy. Please don't bother.' He did not recognise his own voice, but that was a small matter beside what he was considering. Obviously, most obviously, the whole coincidence was crazy lunacy. He proved it to the satisfaction of Major George Cottar, who was going up to town to-morrow to hear a lecture on the supply of ammunition in the field; and having so proved it, the soul and brain and heart and body of Georgie cried joyously: 'That's the Lily Lock girl--the Lost Continent girl--the Thirty-Mile-Ride girl--the Brushwood girl I know her ' He waked, stiff and cramped in his chair, to reconsider the situation by sunlight, when it did not appear normal. But a man must eat, and he went to breakfast, his heart between his teeth, holding himself severely in hand. 'Late, as usual, ' said the mother. 'My boy, Miriam.' A tall girl in black raised her eyes to his, and Georgie's life training deserted him--just as soon as he realised that she did not know. He stared coolly and critically. There was the abundant black hair, growing in a widow's peak, turned back from the forehead, with that peculiar ripple over ...