Excerpt from Father Pink That was the simple explanation. The other was that instinct told him to stay, there on the Embankment, in the darkness and the fog, waiting for the crucial moment of his life; waiting for a glimpse of the tall graceful figure and the deep dark eyes for that brief and mysterious struggle for the commencement Of that play - whether farce or tragedy - in which he was destined to take a part. Walking up and down slowly Western had turned so Often, and had taken so little notice of his whereabouts, that he stopped at last quite bewildered. It was at the corner of a street, but for the life Of him he could not see the name of it, nor was there any landmark which he was familiar with to guide him. He was about to cross the road, when a man and woman passed him, almost brush ing his elbow, yet it did not seem to Western that they saw him, for he was standing quite still, and they took no notice of his presence. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.