Algernon Blackwood

Algernon Blackwood

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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood The Story Mr. Popkiss Told

Popklss, ignoring the contradiction, and looking like an offended parrot with his head on one side, “reminds me of one.”
“Which?” inquired the prig smartly, “the railway accident or the narrow escape?” He was a small young man, with red eyes and a face like a weasel. He was also a “psychical student.”
“Both,” said Popklss, looking at him over the top of his spectacles, and spreading out his coattails before the fire, so that he resembled more than ever a parrot, jaunty, yet slightly ruffled, swinging on its perch.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood The Story Mr. Popkiss Told

Popklss, unfastening the second button of his coat; “absolutely myself!”
“Another Popklss!” exclaimed the psychical student. “You mean a reflection, of course?”
“At first I thought it was a reflection, for the man copied every movement I made⁠—every single movement. I won’t bore you with details: but everything I did in my carriage that man also did in his carriage.
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Portrait of Algernon Blackwood Algernon Blackwood The Story Mr. Popkiss Told

But for a long time we both ran an even race, neck and neck, and I remember thinking what a fool our engine-driver was not to put on steam ami pull ahead.
“Faster and faster we went. It annoyed me that all these stupid passengers in the other train were so close to me, going to other destinations than mine, It seemed so dull and boring for them. You know the kind of foolish thoughts that wander up and down the mind at such times.”
“Quite,” said the psychical student; “quite!”
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