Sons of fire, Vol. II.Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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Sons of fire, Vol. II.
Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
English fiction -- 19th century
"'No, never when I was alone. The Kaltarderns came back after
Christmas, and there was another _séance_, for the benefit of the
Infirmary, and I went again; and Madame told me my father was speaking
to me. He rapped out a strange message about the organ. I was to bid
good-bye to the organ of which I was so fond; for I had a gift that was
greater than music; and I was to go with those who could cultivate that
gift. So the next day, when Madame Kaltardern asked me to go away with
them, and promised to develop my mediumistic power, I consented to go.
I was to be like their adopted daughter. They were to clothe me and
feed me, but they were to give me no money. A gift like mine could not
be paid for with money. If I tried to make money by my power, I should
lose it. I did not want money from them. I wanted to be brought into
communion with the spirit world, with my father whom I loved so dearly,
and with my mother, who died when I was eight years old, and with my
little sister Lucy, who died soon after mother--the little sister I
used to nurse. My only world was the world of the dead. And, oh, was it
all trickery--all? Those messages from father and mother--those baby
kisses, so soft, so quick, so light; the hand upon my forehead--the
hand of the dead--touching me and blessing me! Was it all false, all
trickery?'
"She rocked herself to and fro sobbing, unconsolable at the thought of
her vanished dream-world.
"'I'm afraid so, my dear,' said Ravenshaw, kindly. 'I'm afraid it was
all humbug. You have been duped yourself, while you have helped to
dupe others. It was uncommonly clever of them to get an unconscious
accomplice. And now what is to be done with this poor thing? That is
the question,' he concluded, appealing to his wife and me.
"'Yes, that's the question with a vengeance,' said Gerald. 'We can't
leave her in this house in the care of a deaf old woman, to bear the
brunt of the landlord's anger when he comes home and finds the birds
flown and his arrears of rent the baddest of bad debts. Poor child! we
must get her away somehow. Have you no friends in the country who would
give you a home?' he asked the girl.
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