The strange transfiguration of Hannah StubbsMarryat, Florence
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The strange transfiguration of Hannah Stubbs
Marryat, Florence
Spiritualism -- Fiction
Doctor Steinberg was only at home three evenings in the week, but the
Professor sat with his wife, whether his friend joined them or not,
and frequently in the daytime he would take Hannah up into the séance
chamber, and hold converse with Leonora all by himself.
She did not always come to him. These things are not ordered by our
earthly wishes, and we have no control over them. Often, when
Steinberg was anxiously awaiting the arrival of Mrs.
Carlile--sometimes, when she had even promised to come to him--a
figure would emerge from the cabinet, and on inspection prove to be
that of an old man, utterly unknown to either of them--or a child
would run across the room, as if in play, and, startled by their
addressing it, run behind the curtain again and be seen no more. To
the doctor, who looked upon these manifestations as fresh proofs of
Immortality, one spirit was as good as another, but to the Professor,
whose whole thoughts were fixed upon Leonora, such disappointments
fell keenly, and he would not be satisfied until he had sat again to
give Leonora an opportunity of manifesting her presence to him.
Accordingly, he took to having séances by himself, and Hannah, who
had never objected to doing as he asked since that first day, became
his willing victim. Indeed, the girl even seemed to grow to like being
a medium--her low spirits disappeared--she often went singing about
the house--and no more was heard of her false young man, nor of her
mother.
One afternoon as the Professor sat alone in the séance chamber, with
Hannah entranced behind the curtain, the now familiar form of Leonora
stepped out of the cabinet. She was clothed in some soft, clinging
white material which showed plainly the lissom figure beneath it--her
dark hair was unbound and fell below her waist--her small white hand
beckoned him to approach her. Ricardo crept on tiptoe to the dark
curtain that divided them. He was quite alone--Steinberg was miles
away and Hannah lay unconscious in her chair--there was none but
Heaven to listen to what he might say to his lost wife.
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