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THE period of unconsciousness must have been brief. Probably it only lasted during the moment or two in which the doctor's influence recalled me from Snowdon Villa back to the surgery.
Then as in a confused mist, I looked at the inanimate white-headed form which lay back in the operating chair, and I was immediately conscious of a revulsion of feeling. I seemed to struggle against the doctor's efforts to reanimate that body. For my young ardent spirit to be again incarcerated in such a form was most repulsive to me.