r ts  as I stood t and cuckooed at me. I interrupted Madame Blavatsky to say. Your clock ed me.

    It often s at a stranger, s in it? I said. I do not knoo kno. I  back to t and  break my clock. I  out, I suppose, o me, Of course ss up fraudulent miracles, but a person of genius o do somet sleeps in ly tor  asky explained t s for  ion did you give  men   I  ing because saken me for some man o persuade ness of th.

    sa urned constantly for long visits??for s nigtle table covered antly e cimes imes unintelligible figures, but tended to mark do room a large table en a great number, sat doo tarian meal, e nature, a sort of female Dr. Joo every man or  of tract idealism of t ience broke out inrailing amp; many nicknames: O you are a flapdoodle, but t and a brot devout and learned of all o me,  told me t tuck on to t t t ion contained all t must be some piece of Eastern myt is not,  I am certain, and t be somet or s .  kept for asy and  seemed to ific materialism. Once I saagonism, guided by some kind of telepation, take a form of brutal pasy. I brougo see  ion, to specialists alone, ific and modern. tainly unknoo Madame Blavatsky, yet I sa once in t  over time I ever sa tility, ther.

    Madame Blavatsky seemed to bundle , and began complaining of s, more especially of  of late er??, or set it on to be cured. I ting er came in and broug over my knee, somet imes in mediaeval medicine. Sers, and traits, ideal Indian ed by some most incompetent artist, stood upon eit,  ga