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Podmore, if we understand him holds that some living person has had some empty hallucination, in a house, and that this is 'telepathically' handed on, perhaps to the next tenant, who may know nothing about either the person or the vision. Thus, a Miss Morris, much vexed by ghostly experiences, left a certain house in December, 1886. Nearly a year later, in November, 1887, a Mrs. G. came in. Mrs.
And whilst Madam Liberality's godmother was still feeling a few twinges about the Indian scarf, Podmore ordered a pink neckerchief shot with white, and with pink and white fringes, to be included in the parcel. But it was not in this way alone that Podmore was a good friend to Madam Liberality. She took her out walking, and let her play on the beach, and even bring home dirty weeds and shells.
One singular phenomenon was reported in Home's case, which has, however, little to do with any conceivable theory of spirits. He was said to become elongated in trance. Mr. Podmore explains that 'perhaps he really stretched himself to his full height' one of the easiest ways conceivable of working a miracle, Iamblichus reports the same phenomenon in his possessed men.
Podmore explains that only two candles and the fire gave light on one occasion, and that 'possibly' Home's hands were protected by some 'non-conducting substance. He does not explain how this substance was put on Lord Crawford's hands, nor tell us what this valuable substance may be.
Men disturbed in their peaceful torpor by the pain of quarrelsome shouts, moaned, muttering curses. Mr. Baker crawled off a little way to leeward where a water-cask loomed up big, with something white against it. "Is it you, Podmore?" asked Mr. Baker, He had to repeat the question twice before the cook turned, coughing feebly. "Yes, sir.
Podmore's eyebrows arched a trifle at this admission. Already he had surmised something of the kind. The Honorable Milt was nobody's fool, he knew. For the matter of that, neither was Hughey Podmore. "They'll be expecting us to keep our mouths shut and let things take their course," he continued, choosing to ignore the interruption. "The money's not lost, Alderson.
He's got enough worries of his own without bothering about me." "But Phil, " "Listen, Blatch. I know what was in that envelope and where it came from. I want to know where Uncle Milt stands in connection with this campaign-fund money, and I want to know what Podmore is trying to do. What did he want?" "Podmore isn't as clever as he thinks he is," Ferguson laughed.
I tell you I never felt so much like a fool " Nickleby broke off with an oath, still smarting under the jibes which the caustic Mr. Ferguson had levelled at him, and beneath which the President of the Interprovincial had writhed in humiliation. "Somebody took that money out on the way over, Podmore." "N ot necessarily, J. C.," said Podmore judicially. "Wait, now. Think, man.
Then there was this fifty thousand dollars vanishing so mysteriously and Podmore with a little polishing he would work up into a first-class villain; as he stood he was a joke and it was impossible to imagine him even risking a punch on the nose to capture the girl. Nickleby might be better for the real dirty work or Rives. "Sixty Buckets of Blood or The Hobo's Revenge!" Phil smiled to himself.
Probably the very words which were to be used later were used then, a sort of sub-conscious memory being created. Apparitions of a misty nature are described by Podmore in his chapter on "Haunted Houses." Miss Langton saw a misty phantom, and Lizzie the housemaid saw a cloud and afterwards got a cramp, less persistent than the butler's, as she began to scream.
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