For the handwriting, like that of the note handed him in the street, was Georgian's, and he felt himself in a maze concerning her which made everything in her connection seem dreamlike and unreal.

It was not long, however, before he had mastered its contents.

They were strange enough, as this transcription of them will show.
You have seen what has happened to me, but you cannot understand how I feel.

_She looks exactly like me._ It is that which makes the world eddy about me.

I cannot get used to it.