In one personality the hero is a quiet, retired, inoffensive business man, a lover of books, a hater of political corruption, devoted to one woman, proud of a Puritan conscience. In the other state the hero is a breezy promoter of the Middle West, a loud, sporty boodler, and the lover of any pretty woman who chances in his path. A succession of ridiculous situations is the result, farcical confusion worse confounded.
was Florian Amidon?
He groped about for his clothes. They were strange in color and texture, but, in such judgment as he could form while dressing in his berth, they fitted. He never could bear to go half-dressed to the toilet-room as most men do, and stepped out of his berth fully appareled--in a natty business sack-suit of Scots-gray, a high turn-down collar, fine enamel shoes and a rather noticeable tie. Florian Amidon had always worn a decent buttoned-up frock and a polka-dot cravat of modest blue, which his haberdasher kept in stock especially for him. He felt as if, in getting lost, he had got into the clothes of some other man--and that other one of much less quiet and old-fashioned tastes in dress. It made him feel as if it were he who had made the run to Canada with the bank's funds--furtive, disguised, slinking.
He looked in the pockets of the coat like an amateur pickpocket, and found some letters. He gazed at them askance, turning them over and over, wondering if he ought to peep at
(1906)Humor (Dual identity) / Romance
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