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from the terrible power which he acquired over me on that dreadful night. I felt it! Oh, I
felt it! Thank God, for His great mercy! My soul is freer than it has been since that awful
hour. And all that haunts me is a fear lest in some trance or dream he may have used
my knowledge for his ends." The Professor stood up, "He has so used your mind, and
by it he has left us here in Varna, whilst the ship that carried him rushed through
enveloping fog up to Galatz, where, doubtless, he had made preparation for escaping
from us. But his child mind only saw so far. And it may be that as ever is in God's
Providence, the very thing that the evil doer most reckoned on for his selfish good, turns
out to be his chiefest harm. The hunter is taken in his own snare, as the great Psalmist
says. For now that he think he is free from every trace of us all, and that he has
escaped us with so many hours to him, then his selfish child brain will whisper him to
sleep. He think, too, that as he cut himself off from knowing your mind, there can be no
knowledge of him to you. There is where he fail! That terrible baptism of blood which he
give you makes you free to go to him in spirit, as you have as yet done in your times of
freedom, when the sun rise and set. At such times you go by my volition and not by his.
And this power to good of you and others, you have won from your suffering at his
hands. This is now all more precious that he know it not, and to guard himself have
even cut himself off from his knowledge of our where. We, however, are not selfish, and
we believe that God is with us through all this blackness, and these many dark hours.
We shall follow him, and we shall not flinch. Even if we peril ourselves that we become
like him. Friend John, this has been a great hour, and it have done much to advance us
on our way. You must be scribe and write him all down, so that when the others return
from their work you can give it to them, then they shall know as we do."
And so I have written it whilst we wait their return, and Mrs. Harker has written with the
typewriter all since she brought the MS to us.