And she actually served a whole year in the horrible city hospital! Wasn't it brave of her!" Berkley swayed forward to look at Ailsa Paige.

He began to be tormented again by the feverish idea that she resembled the girl pictures of his mother.

Nor could he rid himself of the fantastic impression.

In the growing unreality of it all, in the distorted outlines of a world gone topsy-turvy, amid the deadly blurr of things material and mental, Ailsa Paige's face alone remained strangely clear.

And, scarcely knowing what he was saying, he leaned forward to her shoulder again.
"There was only one other like you," he said.