He broke down twice at Maidstone, once at Leeds and once in London.  Then one day ‘French Marie’ said a tearful and final good-bye and went out like a light.  It was during a private séance given for some close friends, and the medium threw himself on his knees, clasping his hands together and called out to her in great anguish not to leave him.  She was the first woman to whom he had ever made a declaration of love, and it remained unanswered.  He was bitterly humiliated; and found that not only had the spirit vanished, but also the faculty for inducing the seizure which preceded the trance.  His gift, it seemed, had gone.

Lawrecne Durrell, The Dark Labyrinth.


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