OUT TO SEA When Robert came back from the far country in which he had been dwelling, for a little space, he looked into a long face, with eyes set close and a curved nose.

He was dimly conscious that it was a familiar countenance, but he could not yet remember where he had seen it before, because he could not concentrate his thoughts.

His head was heavy and aching.

He knew that he lived, but he did not know much more.
The staring face was distinctly unpleasant and menacing.

He gazed into it, trying to recall the owner, but the effort was still too great.