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Lord, what a conversion! You were a scoffer three months ago."
I? I wasn't."
You were. You made elaborate fun of me in this very room."
I did not, Clemens."
It's a lie, Howells, you did."
I detailed to him the conversation of that time--with the stately
argument furnished by Boyesen in the fact that a patient had actually
been killed by a mind-curist; and Howells's own smart remark that when
the mind-curist is done with you, you have to call in a "regular" at
last because the former can't procure you a burial permit.
At last he gave in--he said he remembered that talk, but had now been a
mind-curist so long it was difficult for him to realize that he had ever
been anything else.
Mrs. H. came skipping in, presently, the very person, to a dot, that she
used to be, so many years ago.
Mrs. H. said: "People may call it what they like, but it is
just hypnotism, and that's all it is--hypnotism pure and simple.
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