Were it not for the ugly wound upon my hand, all that had passed during those dreadful hours might have been an evil dream.
"Half dazed, I went into the station and asked about the morning train.

There would be one to Reading in less than an hour.

The same porter was on duty, I found, as had been there when I arrived.

I inquired of him whether he had ever heard of Colonel Lysander Stark.

The name was strange to him.