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{{Style P-Title|THE LUMINOUS CIRCLE <ref>{{HPB-CW-comment|[In her {{SB-page|v=1|p=118|text=Scrapbook, Vol. I, p. 118}}, H.P.B. made a notation in blue pencil above this title to the effect that this was her “2nd story.”—Compiler.]}}</ref>}} | {{Style P-Title|THE LUMINOUS CIRCLE<ref>{{HPB-CW-comment|[In her {{SB-page|v=1|p=118|text=Scrapbook, Vol. I, p. 118}}, H.P.B. made a notation in blue pencil above this title to the effect that this was her “2nd story.”—Compiler.]}}</ref>}} | ||
{{Style P-Subtitle|WONDERFUL POWERS OF THE DIVINING GIRL OF DAMASCUS.}} | {{Style P-Subtitle|WONDERFUL POWERS OF THE DIVINING GIRL OF DAMASCUS.}} | ||
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{{Style P-Subtitle|THE “HOLY MEN”}} | {{Style P-Subtitle|THE “HOLY MEN”}} | ||
“The holy men know all, Kyrea (madam)!” answered she, somewhat mysteriously. “Last week I was robbed of my new satin pelisse, which my son had brought me from {{Page aside|179}} Brusa, and, as you all see, there I have it on my back again.” | “The holy men know all, Kyrea (madam)!” answered she, somewhat mysteriously. “Last week I was robbed of my new satin pelisse, which my son had brought me from {{Page aside|179}}Brusa, and, as you all see, there I have it on my back again.” | ||
“Indeed? Then the holy men have also metamorphosed your new pelisse into an old one, I should say,” remarked a gentleman of our company, pointing to a large rent in the back, which had been clumsily mended with pins. | “Indeed? Then the holy men have also metamorphosed your new pelisse into an old one, I should say,” remarked a gentleman of our company, pointing to a large rent in the back, which had been clumsily mended with pins. | ||
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“I will think of him,” whispered she into my ear, with that sentimental tone which young ladies generally assume when referring to a “him.” | “I will think of him,” whispered she into my ear, with that sentimental tone which young ladies generally assume when referring to a “him.” | ||
A long stretch of sand; a blue sea, with white caps {{Page aside|185}} dancing in the sun; a great steamer, ploughing her way along past a desolate shore, and leaving a milky track behind her. The deck is full of life; then men busy forward; the cook, with his white cap and apron, coming out of his galley; uniformed officers moving about; passengers on the quarter deck flirting, lounging, or reading; and a young man we both recognize comes forward and leans over the taffrail. It is—him! | A long stretch of sand; a blue sea, with white caps {{Page aside|185}}dancing in the sun; a great steamer, ploughing her way along past a desolate shore, and leaving a milky track behind her. The deck is full of life; then men busy forward; the cook, with his white cap and apron, coming out of his galley; uniformed officers moving about; passengers on the quarter deck flirting, lounging, or reading; and a young man we both recognize comes forward and leans over the taffrail. It is—him! | ||
Miss H—— gives a little gasp, blushes and smiles, and concentrates her thoughts again. The picture of the steamer fades away in its turn; the magic moon remains for a few seconds pictureless. But new spots appear on its luminous face; we see a library slowly emerging from its depths a library with green carpet and hangings, and book-shelves around three sides of the room. Seated in an armchair by the table, under the chandelier, is an old gentleman writing. His grey hair is brushed back from his forehead, his face is smooth-shaven, and his countenance has an expression of benignity. | Miss H—— gives a little gasp, blushes and smiles, and concentrates her thoughts again. The picture of the steamer fades away in its turn; the magic moon remains for a few seconds pictureless. But new spots appear on its luminous face; we see a library slowly emerging from its depths a library with green carpet and hangings, and book-shelves around three sides of the room. Seated in an armchair by the table, under the chandelier, is an old gentleman writing. His grey hair is brushed back from his forehead, his face is smooth-shaven, and his countenance has an expression of benignity. | ||
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{{Style P-Subtitle|WONDERFUL}} | {{Style P-Subtitle|WONDERFUL}} | ||
We are back in Constantinople now; and out of the pearly depths of the shield forms our own apartment in the hotel. There are our papers and books lying upon the bureau, my friend’s travelling-hat in a comer, her ribbons hanging on the glass, and on the bed the very dress which she had exchanged when we started out on our memorable expedition. No detail was lacking to make the identification complete; and, to prove that we were not seeing something conjured up in our own imaginations, there lay upon the dressing case two sealed letters, the very handwriting upon which my friend recognizes. They were from a very dear relative of hers, from whom she had expected to hear at Athens, but had been disappointed. The scene faded away, and we now see her brother’s room, with himself {{Page aside|186}} lying upon the lounge, and the servant bathing his head, which, to our horror, we see bleeding! | We are back in Constantinople now; and out of the pearly depths of the shield forms our own apartment in the hotel. There are our papers and books lying upon the bureau, my friend’s travelling-hat in a comer, her ribbons hanging on the glass, and on the bed the very dress which she had exchanged when we started out on our memorable expedition. No detail was lacking to make the identification complete; and, to prove that we were not seeing something conjured up in our own imaginations, there lay upon the dressing case two sealed letters, the very handwriting upon which my friend recognizes. They were from a very dear relative of hers, from whom she had expected to hear at Athens, but had been disappointed. The scene faded away, and we now see her brother’s room, with himself {{Page aside|186}}lying upon the lounge, and the servant bathing his head, which, to our horror, we see bleeding! | ||
We had left the boy perfectly well one hour before; but upon seeing his picture my companion uttered a cry of alarm, and seizing me by the hand dragged me towards the door. Down below we rejoined our guide, and hurried back to our hotel. | We had left the boy perfectly well one hour before; but upon seeing his picture my companion uttered a cry of alarm, and seizing me by the hand dragged me towards the door. Down below we rejoined our guide, and hurried back to our hotel. | ||