Publisher's Synopsis
A Classic Novel.....by a classic Author... "From what country had I come?" Again the frown dropped down upon my forehead. Was I dreaming-was I mad? Where indeed had I come from? I stared back over my shoulder, and there, as if in answer to my thought-there, where the black tracery of flowering shrubs waved in the soft night wind, over a gap in the crumbling ivory ramparts, the sky was brightening. As I looked into the centre of that glow, a planet, magnified by the wonderful air, came swinging up, pale but splendid, and mapped by soft colours-green, violet, and red. I knew it on the minute, Heaven only knows how, but I knew it, and a desperate thrill of loneliness swept over me, a spasm of comprehension of the horrible void dividing us.
