Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER III IT would not have been strange if this first night under the new and amazing condition of her being had really driven Una into that state of insanity she so much dreaded. No victim of delirium ever faced a night of more terrifying unreality, insecurity, and loneliness. She could not think; for to think one must have some safe and accepted — or at least accepted — premise from which to start. She had none. Nothing was left upon which to stand and take a perspective. Nothing was left of the life she thought she had known and she could form no concept of a new one, for she had nothing upon which to base a concept. She was in the midst of a grotesque and horrifying nightmare, in which everything she looked upon suddenly overturned and was something else, and in which she herself was at once the nightmare and the subject thereof. She was absolutely alone. She dared go to none. Neither was there any place to which she could go. She must stay and face — what ? She did not know who she was, or what she was. If her brain had been injured, and the past was all gone, why did she remember anything? Why was part of life familiar and the rest strange? It wasalways written of those who had sustained complete loss of memory that their minds were a blank. But she wondered. Were they always? Perhaps some kept silence from fear, as she was doing. And then again, perhaps some tried to tell of their changed mental states and thereby doomed themselves to the insane asylum. Grimly it floated through her mind that asylums held many a tragedy that stupid medical psychology failed even to suspect. Once or twice Una gravely considered whether after all she might not be really insane. And yet she felt she would be most completely and sanely equipped if once she could decide — or could be...