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"Fool! What have you done?" cried Clarke, in a terrible voice

Serviss's tone expressed only conteyirl, rithing and h contorted with pain

Words of indignation arose from the circle, and one or two shouted, "Run him out! He has no business here" But Clarke cried out, in a co voice: "Remain where you are, friends! Be quiet for a few minutes" They obeyed, and Serviss was about to withdrahen Pratt confronted him "What do you mean? Do you want to kill the psychic?"

Thewords "There, there, dearie! It will soon pass You ht, Anthony"

Clarke turned the cock of the burner till a faint glow revealed the girl, white, suffering, her left side convulsed "You can't do things like that," he went on, addressing himself to Serviss "In these trances the nervous system is in a state of enormous tension The psychic must not be mishandled"

"I merely touched her arhtest touch is sufficient to convulse her, professor You should have asked permission of the 'control,' then it would not have shocked her"

"I hope it has done no lasting harh he believed the girl's shock to have been grossly exaggerated for soht I was invited toas she said: "She's better now You ure as she bloomed from the dark, pure and pale as a lily She was dressed exquisitely in white, and see than when he had last seen her; but with a feeling of profound conteaze He slipped away into the hall and out of the house--back into the cool, crisp air of the night, ashairl's disturbing lure, burning with disappoint over the loss of his last shred of respect for her

"Britt was right," he exclais of the foul air of deceit "They are all frauds together," and with this decision came a sense of relief as well as of loss