what I say. What is called prayer is really an imaginative concession to weakness. Take the shortcut, rather. Assert your own—your own individuality.”
Laurie changed his attitude. He uncrossed his feet and sat up a little.
“Oh! pray if you want to,” said the medium. “But you must remember, Mr. Baxter, that you are quite an exceptional person. I assure you that you have no conception of your own powers. I must say that I hope you will take the strong line.”
(He paused.)
“These séances, for instance. Now that you know a little more of the dangers, are you going to turn back?”
His overhung kindly eyes looked out keenly for an