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Being Irish, Myra Rostrevor was by nature more than a little superstitious and inclined to attach some importance to dreams and omens, and she rode away feeling just a tiny bit scared at heart, and wondering uneasily if perchance Don Carlos de Ruiz was a thought-reader.
When the table raps out something known only to this one person, and the startled person admits that the table is right, an uncanny feeling is produced; the table seems at least to be a thought-reader, and on this wave of astonishment the hypothesis of "spirits" rides up triumphantly.
In the middle of the lawn she stopped short once as if in doubt what to do as a thought-reader pauses in his search for the mental scent again, ere he rushes upon the object of his search with the certainty of instinct. Presently she moved on, going directly towards a gate that opened out on the cliff above the river.
Stratton put his hands behind his head, with his fingers interlaced, and leaned back in his chair, placing his heels upon the table before him. A thought-reader, looking at his face, could almost have followed the theme that occupied his mind. Suddenly bringing his feet down with a crash to the floor, he rose and went into the city editor's room. "See here," he said.
You will come across people now and then smart, intelligent people who will partially understand your French, but no human being, except a thought-reader, will ever obtain any glimmering of what you mean from your German." "Oh, are we in Belgium," I replied sleepily; "I thought we were in Germany. I didn't know."
Of course, Sir Charles didn't believe a word of it; but his curiosity was roused; he wished to see and judge for himself of the wonderful thought-reader. "What would be his terms, do you think, for a private séance?" he asked of Madame Picardet, the lady to whom the Seer had successfully predicted the winning numbers.
From this class, as from the others, I received nothing but politeness, except in one instance. That instance, by the way, was a barber in an important hotel, whom I had most respectfully requested to refrain from bumping my head about. "Why?" he demanded. "Because I've got a headache," I said. "Then why didn't you tell me at first?" he crushed me. "Did you expect me to be a thought-reader?"
Then Nan went on with a persistence which was quite lost upon the thought-reader. "Who is she? Mrs. Van Blooren?" she demanded. "Why, you met her, sure?" Then the man added with some significance: "She's riding with Jeff Masters." "Oh, yes. I've met her. I met her last night, and I've seen her many times before."
'What are we to do some thought-reading? 'Yes. It isn't a crush. I have only asked about thirty or forty people. Mr. Denman is to manage it. She mentioned an amateur thought-reader greatly in request at the moment. Flaxman cogitated for a while and then propounded a little plan to his aunt, to which she, after some demur, agreed.
Gildersleeve's pungent and embellished anecdotes of the Kelmscott family and their unneighbourly pride went in at one ear and out at the other. All she was conscious of was her mother's sympathetic yet unerring eye; she felt sure that at one glance that wonderful thought-reader had divined everything, and seen through and through their interview that morning.
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