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You smiled when I related Sir Kenelm Digby's prescription with the live eel in it; but if each of you were to empty his or her pockets, would there not roll out, from more than one of them, a horse-chestnut, carried about as a cure for rheumatism? The brazen head of Roger Bacon is mute; but is not "Planchette" uttering her responses in a hundred houses of this city?
But that is no reason that we should immediately account for it by labelling it spiritism. As yet we do not know, that is all. As for Planchette "
The Marquis readily handled it; it was cool and flexible between his fingers. An exclamation of alarm went up; the workmen fled in terror. Valentin was left alone with Planchette in the empty workshop. "There is certainly something infernal in the thing!" cried Raphael, in desperation. "Is no human power able to give me one more day of existence?"
"Do you think I better go and look after things a little?" Cynthia asked. "Well, you no need to," said her father. He got down the planchette, and labored with it, while his children returned to Frank's lessons. "Dumn 'f I can make the thing work," he said to himself at last. "I can't git any of 'em up. If Jackson was here, now!"
And first, last, and always, dominating all, she saw in the face of him the hot passion and quickness of deed that had earned for him the name "Fighting Dick Curtis." "Let me put it to the test," she heard Mrs. Grantly saying. "Let Miss Story try Planchette. There may be a further message." "No, no, I beg of you," Aunt Mildred interposed. "It is too uncanny.
In her mind there was also the desire to protect her lover, for she knew that the strain of his present standing with her aunt and uncle would be added to, unconsciously in their minds, by the weird message of Planchette. "And please don't let us have any more Planchette," Lute continued hastily. "Let us forget all the nonsense that has occurred." "'Nonsense, my dear child?" Mrs.
Then, again, it must be remembered that a ouija or planchette is almost universally made of wood not metal or any well-known good conductor of electricity, but of wood which is generally recognized to be an exceedingly bad conductor. Obviously the theory is absurd.
His interest in the matter, which he tried to hide at first under a mask of decorous indifference, mounted with the fire of Whitwell's enthusiasm, and they held nightly councils together, studying his course on the map, and consulting planchette upon the points at variance that rose between them, while Jombateeste sat with his chair tilted against the wall, and pulled steadily at his pipe, which mixed its strong fumes with the smell of the kerosene-lamp and the perennial odor of potatoes in the cellar under the low room where the companions forgathered.
One cold, foggy evening in August, 1868, we were gathered in the parlor of the Thaxter cottage, when some one proposed that we should make an experiment with planchette. So the little triangular board was produced, with a long pencil in the apex, and a large sheet of brown paper. Mrs. Thaxter placed her left hand on it, and Mrs.
He looked round at the tall girl, who had been lingering to hear the talk of planchette; at the backward tilt he gave his head, to get her in range, she frowned as if she felt his words a betrayal, and slipped out of the room; the boy had already gone, and was making himself heard in the low room overhead.
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