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"Why not?" asked Morton
"Well, hoould you describe a Connecticut winter to a Hottentot? Not that you're a Hottentot"--the voice broke into an oily chuckle--"or that I'm in a cold climate" The chuckle was renewed "I'rew tender "My boy, your mother is here and wants to speak to you but can't do so She asked irl and to carry a lasses with n of her presence and as a test of the poe have of passing through matter"
For nearly an hour this voice kept up a perfectly nor fire of quips and cranks--recalling incidents in the lives of both Kate and Morton, arguing basic principles with Weiss questions, and finally ended by saying: "Your conception ofas you understand it, and yet the universe is not as Kant conceived it As liberated spirits we move in an essence subtler than anycoe is merely rudimentary--but keep on Take up this work and my band will meet you half-way My boy, the question of the persistence of the individual after death is the most vital of all questions Apply your keen y' Good-by!"
Kate was quivering with excitegy' Oh, I wish er and penetrating as he said: "Mrs Laain, I must be per to do with the handling of the horn"
"I will ask the 'guides' Father, can Professor Serviss--"
Three feeble raps anticipated her question
"They say 'yes'--but they are very doubtful--so please be very gentle"
Serviss rose, his blood astir At last he was about to reuilt "Doctor," he said, and his voice was incisive, "take the other side and place a hand on her wrist That will be permitted?" he asked
Three raps, very slow and soft, assented
Clarke interposed "I aentlemen, to say: Let each of you put one hand on the psychic's head, the other on her arm"
"We will do so," replied Weissmann, cheerfully
With a full realization of the value of this suprehtly on her wrist At the first contact she started as though his fingers had been hot iron, and he was unpleasantly aware that her flesh had grown cold and inert He spoke of this to Weissmann, who replied: "Is that so! The hand which I clasp is hot and dry, which is a singular sy both her hands One is very hot, the other cold and damp and I feel no pulse"