. Jimbo : a fantasy. lack wings of the bull, and with his own sensa-tion of rushing—flying headlong—through space,as he rose and fell in a curve from the creatureshorns. And behind it he was conscious that the realauthor of it all was somewhere in the shadowybackground, looking on as though to watch theresult of her unfortunate mistake. Miss Lake,surely, was not very far away. He associated herwith the horror of the Empty House as inevitablyas taste and smell join together in the memory of acertain food ; and the very last thought in his mind,as he sank away into the blackness of unconscious-n
. Jimbo : a fantasy. lack wings of the bull, and with his own sensa-tion of rushing—flying headlong—through space,as he rose and fell in a curve from the creatureshorns. And behind it he was conscious that the realauthor of it all was somewhere in the shadowybackground, looking on as though to watch theresult of her unfortunate mistake. Miss Lake,surely, was not very far away. He associated herwith the horror of the Empty House as inevitablyas taste and smell join together in the memory of acertain food ; and the very last thought in his mind,as he sank away into the blackness of unconscious-ness, was a sort of bitter surprise that the governess 42 JIMBO CHAP. Ill had not turned up to save him before it was actuallytoo late. Moreover, a certain sense of disappointmentmingled with the terror of the shock ; for he wasdimly aware that Miss Lake had not acted asworthily as she might have done, and had not playedthe game as well as might have been expected ofher. And, somehow, it didnt all seem quite 43 CHAPTER IV ON THE EDGE OF UNCONSCIOUSNESS JiMBO had fallen on his head. Inside that head laythe mass of highly sensitive matter called the brain,on which were recorded, of course, the impressionsof everything that had yet come to him in life. Asevere shock, such as he had just sustained, wasbound to throw these impressions into confusionand disorder, jumbling them up into new andstrange combinations, obliterating some, and exag-gerating others. Jimbo himself was helpless in thematter ; he could exercise no control over theirantics until the doctors had once again reduced themto order ; he would have to wander, lost and lonely,through the comparative chaos of disproportionedvisions, generally known as the region of delirium,until the doctor, assisted by mother nature, restoredhim once more to normal consciousness. For a time everything was a blank, but presentlyhe stirred uneasily in the grass, and the picturesgraven on the tablets of his mind began to comeback
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