ood 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,  gazing to ted d