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[Serville <amo...@mo...>]

Ell you how I find myself when I do my best to recall it all. I don't
remember anything clearly until I found myself sitting in a sort of
loggia looking out over the sea. I had been dozing, and suddenly I woke
up--fresh and vivid--not a bit dreamlike-- because the girl had stopped
fanning me." "The girl?" "Yes, the girl. You must not interrupt or you
will put me out." He stopped abruptly. "You won't think I'm mad?" he
said. "No," I answered; "you've been dreaming. Tell me your dream." "I
woke up, I say, because the girl had stopped fanning me. I was not
surprised to find myself there or anything of that sort, you understand.
I did not feel I had fallen into it suddenly. I simply took it up at
that point. Whatever memory I had of _this_ life, this
nineteenth-century life, faded as I woke, vanished like a dream. I knew
all about myself, knew that my name was no longer Cooper but Hedon, and
all about my position in the world. I've forgotten a lot since I
woke--there's a want of connection--but it was all quite clear and
matter-of-fact then." He hesitated again, gripping the window strap,
putting his face forward, and looking up to me appealingly. "This seems
bosh to you?" "No, no!" I cried. "Go on. Tell me what this loggia was
like." "It was not really a loggia--I don't know what to call it. It
faced south. It was small. It was all in shadow except the semicircle
above the balcony that showed the sk