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【正文】 “I can?t keep it up,” he said, “any longer.” He staggered back, and the lamp suddenly fell. It was lucky it had a metal container, or the whole place would have been on fire. Mr. Cox, the landlord, was the first to speak, and his remark was to the effect that Fotheringay was a fool. Fotheringay himself ws astonished beyond measure at the thing that had occurred. The subsequent conversation threw no light on the matter, and everyone accused Fotheringay of a silly trick. He himself was terribly puzzled, and he rather agreed with them. He went home redfaced and hot. It was only when he found himself alone in his little bedroom that he was to think clearly and ask, “What on earth happened?” He had removed his coat and boots, and was sitting on the bed with his hands in his pocket. He was repeating for the seventeenth time, “I don?t want the thing to turn over, ” when it occurred to him that at the precise moment he said the manding words he had willed the thing that he said. And when he saw the lamp in the air he had felt that it dependent him to maintain it there without being clear how this was to be done. He decided on another experiment. He pointed to his candle and collected his mind, though he felt he did a foolish thing. “Be raise up,” he said. The candle was raised, hung in the air for a moment, and then fell with a crash on his table, leaving him in darkness. For a time Mr. Fotheringay sat perfectly still, “It did happen, after all,” he said. “And how I?m going to explain it, I don?t know.” He could find none, and he groped about the table. “I wish I had a match,” he said. He tried his coat, and there were none there, and then it d
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