Francis Worcester Doughty

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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

With that quiet good sense he ever displayed, the old lama let the matter drop.
“Is there a way of passing through that wall?” asked the Doctor.
“Most certainly,” was the reply. “There is a passage directly through it leading down the mountain. From thence to Lh’asa the way is short and easy. Indeed the city might be discerned from the mountain tops beyond the river, could we but transport ourselves there.”
“Ah! If we only could!” I cried; “but tell me, father, this passage: is it below the water level now?”
“It is, my son; we can only possess our souls in patience till the waters fall.”
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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

The sight is not a cheerful one. Surrounding me are the walls of a vast cavern, possessed of none of that beauty of caverns about which poets and novelists love to rave. There are no snowy stalactites nor glittering stalagmites, nothing but the black, ragged rock, all dripping with moisture where the gloom permits my eyes to penetrate.
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Francis Worcester Doughty Mirrikh, or, A Woman from Mars… (1892)

Perhaps, indeed, the old man’s life had been such a retired one that his information was but slight on matters other than of a spiritual nature; but the Doctor maintained, and I agreed with him, that he probably thought he acted under orders from the Grand Lama, for he would at times retire and be absent for hours, and upon his return declare that he had been in spirit to Lh’asa and in consultation with his superior.
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