Amnesiacs -- Fiction; New York (State) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Trials -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Suddenly, to the lawyer's enormous surprise, a curious thing happened.
Colter, after taking a few nervous steps back and forth, came up to
him, holding out his hand, and with an air almost winning in its
friendliness, said, "Good-bye, I'm sorry I bothered. You see, I hoped
you could help me to get work. If not, I must go."
The lawyer studied him. "What kind of work?" he asked curtly.
"Any kind to get food and lodging while I wait."
"Wait for what?"
"For things to come back to me," said Colter simply. "I think things
are beginning to get clearer. Just now when we talked," he waved his
hand, "doors opened all around me. I felt myself back in myself. The
true me--I--you see, I am in much better health."
The man stood there irresolute, the eyes wavering in their intensity
of attempted remembrance, some look of assurance and confidence
alternating with the old shifting look of dread and dismay that at
moments still swept the fine drawn face. It was this look of shifting
dread that had always kept the lawyer suspicious. What had this man
done that could give to strong eyes like that the averted haunted look
they sometimes held? His manner changing with a half apologetic smile,
he turned to his visitor.
"I take it you've been a scientific man, college-bred. Have you by any
chance a degree?" Shipman almost laughed as he asked it.
The other knit his brows, and returned the look earnestly.
"Would you believe me if--if I tell you what I have come to believe,
what I think is possible, would you think me crazy?"
Then a slow sense of what had been of the man's horror dawned on the
lawyer. "If amnesia were true, if one were dimly conscious of one's
life paths and had somehow, somewhere been swept out of these paths,
and there were no landmark to help one go back, why then," the grim
mouth shut on the doubts. Shipman nodded. There was something in the
nod that the other man in his helpless gentleness comprehended. The
nod said, "I don't believe you. I don't trust you, but I won't take
advantage of you." It was hardly akin to Sard's whole-souled trust.
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