I had a queer religious feeling that Ivery and I had our fortunes intertwined, and that no will of mine could keep us apart.

I had faced him before the war and won; I had faced him again and lost; the third time or the twentieth time we would reach a final decision.

The whole business had hitherto appeared to me a trifle unreal, at any rate my own connection with it.

I had been docilely obeying orders, but my real self had been standing aside and watching my doings with a certain aloofness.

But that hour in the Tube station had brought me into the serum, and I saw the affair not as Bullivant's or even Blenkiron's, but as my own.