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MY FACE in the mirror bore a faint sketchy resemblance to that of the unreal but none the less troublesome vision by which I was intermittently afflicted. The resemblance accounted for the vague familiarity that had enveloped it from the first.
The face in the mirror, though, was much younger, and resolve flared up in its eyes like a lighted fire.