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           Youmayputwhatwordsyouwillintomymouth,butyoucannothelpremembering——"Istopped,forthewoman’sheadhadfallenback,andshehadfainted.ShecouldnotbeartohearwhatIhadtosaytoher!Whataglowofsatisfactionitgivesmetothinkthat,comewhatmay,inthefutureshecannevermisunderstandmytruefeelingstowardher.Butwhatwilloccurinthefuture?Whatwillshedonext?Idarenotthinkofit.Oh,ifonlyIcouldhopethatshewillleavemealone!ButwhenIthinkofwhatIsaidtoher——Nevermind;Ihavebeenstrongerthansheforonce.April11.Ihardlysleptlastnight,andfoundmyselfinthemorningsounstrungandfeverishthatIwascompelledtoaskPratt-Haldanetodomylectureforme.ItisthefirstthatIhaveevermissed.Iroseatmid-day,butmyheadisaching,myhandsquivering,andmynervesinapitiablestate.WhoshouldcomeroundthiseveningbutWilson.HehasjustcomebackfromLondon,wherehehaslectured,readpapers,convenedmeetings,exposedamedium,conductedaseriesofexperimentsonthoughttransference,entertainedProfessorRichetofParis,spenthoursgazingintoacrystal,andobtainedsomeevidenceastothepassageofmatterthroughmatter.Allthishepouredintomyearsinasinglegust."Butyou!"hecriedatlast."Youarenotlookingwell.AndMissPenclosaisquiteprostratedto-day.Howabouttheexperiments?""Ihaveabandonedthem.""Tut,tut!Why?""Thesubjectseemstometobeadangerousone."Outcamehisbigbrownnote-book."Thisisofgreatinterest,"saidhe.