United States or Armenia ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
It was like getting a good message through a very imperfect telephone. One other incident of the early war days stands out in my memory. A lady in whom I was interested had died in a provincial town. She was a chronic invalid and morphia was found by her bedside. There was an inquest with an open verdict. Eight days later I went to have a sitting with Mr. Vout Peters.
I have not heard of a clergyman of any denomination who has attained such a pitch of altruism nor is it reasonable to expect it. As to professional mediums, Mr. Vout Peters, one of the most famous, is a diligent collector of old books and an authority upon the Elizabethan drama; while Mr.
Mac nodded till his cheeks shook like a mould of currant jelly. "What did she do?" "Talk, and talk some more, all ve time. I want to talk some, and I can't. She eats her eggs oh natural." "What? What does that mean?" "'Vout any salt. Vat's what she calls it, oh natural. I like salt." "Don't you like grapes?" "Yes." "Let's get some."
"Haud awa', my lord," it said, "an' lat me come at her." "You're not going down so!" said the marquis angrily. "You'll slip to a certainty, and send her to the bottom." "My lord," returned Malcolm, "I ken what I'm aboot, an' ye dinna. I beg 'at ye'll haud ootby, an' no upset the lassie, for something maun depen' upon hersel'. Jist gang awa' back into that ither vout, my lord. I insist upo' 't."
Word Of The Day