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"Are you sure the surgeon has not gone?" she asked. "Very sure," answered the clerk. "He has just sent out for a nurse to remain with monsieur." "A nurse?" repeated Marjory. "The doctor says Monsieur Covington must not be left alone." "It's as bad--as that?" questioned Marjory. "I do not know." "I must see the doctor at once," she said. "But, first,--can you give me apartments on the same floor,--for myself and maid? I am his fiancee," she informed him. "I can give mademoiselle apartments adjoining," said the clerk eagerly. "Then do so." She signed her name in the register, and beckoned for Marie. "Marie," she said, "you may return and finish packing my trunks.
Complete Hypnotism, Mesmerism, Mind-Reading and Spritualism

CONTENTS INTRODUCTION--History of hypnotism--Mesmer--Puysegur--Braid--What is hypnotism?--Theories of hypnotism: 1. Animal magnetism; 2. The Neurosis Theory; 3. Suggestion Theory CHAPTER I--How to Hypnotize--Dr. Cocke's method-Dr. Flint's method--The French method at Paris--At Nancy--The Hindoo silent method--How to wake a subject from hypnotic sleep--Frauds of public hypnotic entertainments. CHAPTER II--Amusing experiments--Hypnotizing on the stage--"You can't pull your hands apart!"--Post-hypnotic suggestion--The newsboy, the hunter, and the young man with the rag doll--A whip becomes hot iron--Courting a broom stick--The side-show CHAPTER III--The stages of hypnotism--Lethargy-Catalepsy--The somnambulistic stage--Fascination CHAPTER IV--How the subject feels under hypnotization--Dr. Cocke's experience--Effect of music--Dr. Alfred Warthin's experiments
Please bring them here." "Here?" queried Marie. "Here," answered Marjory. She turned to the clerk. "Take me upstairs at once." There was a strong smell of ether in the hall outside the door of Monte Covington's room. It made her gasp for a moment. It seemed to make concrete what, after all, had until this moment been more or less vague. It was like fiction suddenly made true. That pungent odor was a grim reality. So was that black-bearded Dr. Marcellin, who, leaving his patient in the hands of his assistant, came to the door wiping his hands upon a towel. "I am Mr. Covington's fiancee--Miss Stockton," she said at once. "You will tell me the truth?" After one glance at her eyes Dr. Marcellin was willing to tell the truth. "It is an ugly bullet wound in his shoulder," he said.