The strange transfiguration of Hannah StubbsMarryat, Florence
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The strange transfiguration of Hannah Stubbs
Marryat, Florence
Spiritualism -- Fiction
“O! Hannah--my lady--don’t you go for to do it!” cried Mrs. Battleby,
“for what’s the good of being a duchess, if the Devil ’as got hold of
you! Better remain as you are--a plain markiness! O! I ’ad ’oped as
you’d given it all up and lived quiet and sober, like a married woman
should!”
“O! that would never do!” replied Hannah, “Why! do you know, Mrs.
Battleby, as it’s the best thing I’ve got! The Baron says I’m the
grandest medium in the land, and there ain’t another as can make the
sperrits walk out so soon, and so nateral like! His friends is all mad
to meet me, and I’m to go to ’is ’ouse next week, and sit for the
Russian Ambassador, and the Duke of Standingstone, and two foreign
Princes! Sometimes I wish I hadn’t been so quick to take the Markiss,
for I should ’ave ’ad no end of chances, if I ’adn’t been a married
lady!”
“Ah! well! I ’opes it will all end satisfactory,” sighed Mrs.
Battleby, “but it don’t seem right to me! Sperrits is sperrits all the
world over, which we’re told not to meddle with in holy Scriptur, and
I should never be surprised to ’ear as they’d taken you away with
’orns and a tail and a smell of brimstone!”
“I ain’t afeared of that!” said Hannah, “the sperrits are more afraid
of me than I am of them!”
“Of _you_--who used to shriek if you saw ’em!” replied her companion,
incredulously.
“I know! but they says as use is second natur. Anyways, I don’t mind
’em one pin now! The Doctor says they ’ave seen the most wonderfullest
things through me--his dead patients and others--and that if anythink
’appened to the Markiss, my mediumship would be worth its weight in
gold. So I’m not going to throw it away--you bet!”
“O! well! and I’m not the one to blame yer. We must all look arter
ourselves in this world. But ’ow improved you are in your speaking, my
dear! ’Ave you been to school since the Sig-nor married you?”
“Am I improved?” demanded Hannah, with a look of surprise; “I don’t
see any difference myself! P’r’aps it’s talking so much with my
’usband--not that the Markiss is a great talker, but still I don’t
hear anyone else.”
“You are altered in many ways,” continued the landlady, thoughtfully,
“you’ve lost the scared look you used to ’ave on your face, and the
dull look too, I may say, for we never considered you over-bright, you
know, Hannah! But now--I ain’t good at describing--but you seem to me
to have wakened up, as if you’d seen a lot of the world and its ways.
And it’s improved you, Hannah--wonderful!”
“I’m glad of that,” replied the markiness, “for now that I am a lady,
I has to speak like one. Well! I’ll say good-night to you now, Mrs.
Battleby, for I must be going ’ome! But I thought, as you’d known the
Markiss for so long, you’d like to hear the news, and that we’re all
so ’appy together!”
Hannah had risen to go, but Mrs. Battleby detained her for a moment.
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