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100 THE BEGINNINGS OF SEERSHIP.
bone seemed smashed —and all my inside seemed torn, “as if I’d been picked up in machinery and dashed to bits.” The man to whom I gave the description said it was correct, and that the method of death was “being caught in a wheel, and dashed round and round on to a wall.”
There was a gentleman sitting outside the circle, and I mistook him for a reporter—as a matter of fact he was one who “only came to see what you do.” I gave him a very detailed description of a young lady, and added “drowned a long time ago in a mill-pond or weir. At any rate, I see a wez// there, and the water is smooth.” He said, “No, I do not know her at all.” I let the matter drop, as I do not care about “digging.” About three weeks later he came to me and said, “ Mr. Turvey, you remember giving me a description of a young lady who was drowned ?”
I said, Yes.”
“Well,” he said, “it was thirty years ago; but I quite remember it now. I intended to go over a certain bridge, but altered my mind. At the time I should have been on the bridge it gave way, and that young lady, who was on it at the time, was drowned. And close by is ‘Morton’s’ Flour Mills.”
bone seemed smashed —and all my inside seemed torn, “as if I’d been picked up in machinery and dashed to bits.” The man to whom I gave the description said it was correct, and that the method of death was “being caught in a wheel, and dashed round and round on to a wall.”
There was a gentleman sitting outside the circle, and I mistook him for a reporter—as a matter of fact he was one who “only came to see what you do.” I gave him a very detailed description of a young lady, and added “drowned a long time ago in a mill-pond or weir. At any rate, I see a wez// there, and the water is smooth.” He said, “No, I do not know her at all.” I let the matter drop, as I do not care about “digging.” About three weeks later he came to me and said, “ Mr. Turvey, you remember giving me a description of a young lady who was drowned ?”
I said, Yes.”
“Well,” he said, “it was thirty years ago; but I quite remember it now. I intended to go over a certain bridge, but altered my mind. At the time I should have been on the bridge it gave way, and that young lady, who was on it at the time, was drowned. And close by is ‘Morton’s’ Flour Mills.”
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