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10. Saved by a Ghost Chương I—Giải thích I, Victor King-Norman, am an old man now, and the events of my boyhood, of which I am about to write, lie half-a-century behind me. But even now it is painful to recall them, and I should not have disinterred them from the grave of time and […]

9. The Baron’s Room Madame Helena Petrovna Blavatsky was a many-sided genius–the most remarkable personality I have ever met. Her followers naturally think of her as the great occult teacher to whom we all owe so much, but to us who had the privilege of knowing her in the flesh she is very much more

8 JAGANNATH, A TALE OF HIDDEN INDIA “You Europeans know nothing of Jagannath,” said my friend Mr. T. Subba Rao, as we lay in our long chairs on the flat roof at Adyar, in the glorious tropical moonlight. “Các bạn người châu Âu không biết gì về Jagannath,” bạn tôi, ông T. Subba Rao, nói

7. The Concealed Confession The second story which the bishop related to us was of a different character, and its events took place at a much later period of his life, when he was already in charge of a diocese. It appears that on the day on which its events occurred he had accepted an

6. A Triple Warning It was at the dinner table of one of the highest dignitaries of the Church—a man whose name, were I at liberty to mention it, would command recognition and respect wherever the English language is spoken—that I heard the two stories which I shall next relate. I am aware that to

5. An Astral Murder What the Old Station-Master Told Me Những Gì Người Quản Lý Ga Cũ Kể Cho Tôi Nghe Curious things, sir? Indeed, you’re right there; I’ve heard and seen many of them in my time. There’s not a man who has been in railway work for forty years, as I have, but

4. A Test of Courage How long I had slept I cannot say; but in a moment, with the suddenness of a flash of lightning, I passed from unconsciousness to complete and vivid consciousness. I gave a quick glance round my chamber; everything was visible clearly enough in the subdued light of my lamp, turned

3. The Major’s Promise The story which I am about to relate is one of my earliest recollections, for I heard it many years ago from my great-grandfather. Though at the time of which I write he had passed by eight or nine years that limit of fourscore winters which is scripturally announced as the

2. The Forsaken Temple Many years ago I was living in a little village seven or eight miles from London—a quiet, straggling, old-fashioned place that might from its appearance have been a hundred miles at least from any of the busy centres of commerce. Now it is a village no longer, for the giant city,

FOREWORD—LỜI NÓI ĐẦU The stories told in this book happen to be true. Of course I do not for a moment expect the ordinary reader to believe that, and I shall be perfectly satisfied if I succeed in whiling away for him the tedium of a railway journey, or if I can add for him