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In Another Girls Shoes

Berta Ruck

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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1916 Original Publisher: Dodd, Mead Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the GeneralMoreGeneral Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1916 Original Publisher: Dodd, Mead Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER VI A STBANGE AWAKENING I WOKE out of what seemed a sleep of ages. In unconsciousness I have heard it is sight that is the first of the senses to go. The first of the senses to return is hearing. So before I opened my eyes, my ears were opened. I heard a mans voice saying close to me. Oh yes, I think so. She will be all right now. And my first feeling was one of drowsy, dreamy astonishment -- recognition Surely I knew that voice? It came to me as it were out of some dim and distant previous existence. Vaguely I remembered hearing it long ago as I sat back against the cushions of an up-river punt. . .: The boat had swayed gently on the water under the arbour of over-hanging willows. And that voice had said Jolly here, isnt it, Rose ? It was the voice of my boy-friend, the medical student- Reggie Penmore And it sounded now in my ears as I lay back, scarcely awake, against pillows. That settled it. This was a dream, of course It must be a dream. For Reggie was now somewhere in France, with the R. A. M. C. He hadnt even bothered to write to me. The Reggie of our Sunday outings who (I thought) cared for me How realistically his voice had come back to me in this dream And then I thought that I should open my eyes from it to find myself in my dreary little club bedroom, in London, with the card of printed rules hanging just under the gas bracket on the green distempered wall opposite to me. Ruefully I wondered if it was very late? I had a vague impression that I had to be off early to put my name down at some agency in the Strand? I knew there ...