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In this way Dr. Brayle reveals his nature to me as well as the chief tendency of his thoughts, in this way YOU reveal yourself and your present state of health, it is a proved test that cannot go wrong." Mr. Harland listened with his usual air of cynical tolerance and incredulity.
"As a rule people who dine as well as we are dining to-night have no room left for mentality they become all digestion!" Dr. Brayle laughed. "Nothing like a good dinner if one has an appetite for it. I think it quite possible that Faust would have left his Margaret for a full meal!" "I'm sure he would!" chimed in Mr. Swinton "Any man would!"
Yet I don't know how I knew her, or where I met her a woman who, for some reason or other, was hateful to me because I was jealous of her! These curious fancies have haunted my mind only since that man Santoris came on board, and I told Dr. Brayle exactly what I felt." "And what did he say?" I asked.
I'm sorry!" "So am I," I answered "But, after all you would hardly want him to stay, would you? His theories of life are very curious and upsetting, and you all think him a sort of charlatan playing with the mysteries of earth and heaven! If he is able to read thoughts, he cannot be altogether flattered at the opinion held of him by Dr. Brayle, for example!" Mr.
"You think you knew him," put in Brayle "He may not be the same man." "He is the same man," answered Mr. Harland, rather testily "There are no two of his kind in the world." Brayle lifted his eyebrows with a mildly affected air of surprise. "I thought you had your doubts " "Of course! I had and have my doubts concerning everybody and everything" said Mr.
My attention had been for a moment drawn to the general combat, but now, glancing down the unobscured avenue between these two thunderclouds, I saw Brayle, the cause of the carnage. Invisible now from either side, and equally doomed by friend and foe, he stood in the shot-swept space, motionless, his face toward the enemy. At some little distance lay his horse.
Harland "It would have worried me a little if you had taken a prejudice or felt any antipathy towards him. I can see that Brayle hates him and has imbued Catherine with something of his own dislike." I was silent. "He is, of course, an extraordinary man," went on Mr. Harland "and he is bound to offend many and to please few. He is not likely to escape the usual fate of unusual characters.
"I never 'take dislikes, Mr. Harland," I interrupted, quickly "I merely trust to a guiding instinct which tells me when a man is sincere or when he is acting a part. That's all." "Well, you've decided that Brayle is not sincere," he replied "And you hardly think him clever.
"That's what a Christian Scientist would say," he answered, with a touch of scorn, "I begin to think Dr. Brayle is right in his estimate of you." I held my peace. "Have you no curiosity?" he demanded "Don't you want to know his opinion?" "No," and I smiled "My dear Mr.
Old Doctor Brayle had commanded that she be given her will, and declared that in this old negro woman's careful nursing lay my mother's great chance of life. The scalding tears poured down my cheeks as Mr.
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