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Portrait of Barry Pain Barry Pain The Lone Hand (Pain) — IV. The Spirits of H (1905)

My husband has searched London for a medium to take my place and can find none. Some of them drink, and very many of them cheat, and those who are decent and honest very often fail to get the results. And that is why I wish I were you; for I feel just as sure that you are an excellent medium as I am that you are good and above any kind of trickery. You won't think me impertinent? I've always studied faces, you know.”
“But how can I be a medium? I have never done anything of the kind in my life.”
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Portrait of Barry Pain Barry Pain The Lone Hand (Pain) — IV. The Spirits of H (1905)

It struck me, I remember, that they must have given a good price for that carpet. The room was scantily furnished with a square table, a few solid mahogany chairs, and a couch in the recess by the fireplace. A man sat by the table, and in front of him was what looked like a glass ball—the size of a cricket-ball—resting on a strip of black velvet. He rose as we came in. The light was dim—for the room was lit only by one small shaded lamp in a sconce on the wall—but I could see that he was a gaunt man of forty, hollow-eyed, with a strong blue chin, looking like a tired actor.
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Portrait of Barry Pain Barry Pain The Lone Hand (Pain) — IV. The Spirits of H (1905)

The Doctor, Dentry, and myself took our seats at the table in the usual way. Mrs. Morning sat at a little distance. All the lights were put out, but there was an unlit candle on a little table beside Mrs. Morning and she held a box of matches ready in her hand.
Almost immediately Dentry asked, in a clear, loud voice: “Is there any spirit here present?” From a far corner of the room came a low snarl as of some wild beast.
“The spirit present.” said Dentry, “is an evil spirit. It will be safer not to go on with the sitting.”
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