Arthur Conan Doyle,
The Last Galley — The Silver Mirror
(1911)
“ The mirror in its silver frame was like a stage, brilliantly lit, in which a drama was in progress. There was no mist now. The oppression of my nerves had wrought this amazing clarity. Every feature, every movement, was as clear-cut as in life. To think that I, a tired accountant, the most prosaic of mankind, with the account-books of a swindling bankrupt before me, should be chosen of all the human race to look upon such a scene!It was the same scene and the same figures, but the drama had advanced a stage. The tall young man was holding the woman in his arms. ”
