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gorgeous scene met his eye. Noah conversed agreeably with Cleopatra in
the window seat, and by the piano Napoleon discussed the Irish
question with Lobengula. As William watched, his small nose flattened
against a corner of the window, Nero and Dante arrived, having shared
a taxi from the station. Miss Gregoria Mush, tall and gaunt and
angular, presided in the robes of Mary, Queen of Scots, which was her
favourite previous existence. Then Mr. Gregorius Lambkin arrived. He
looked as unhappy as it is possible for man to look. He was dressed in
a toga and a laurel wreath. Heat and nervousness had caused his small
waxed moustache to droop. His toga was too long and his laurel wreath
was crooked. Miss Gregoria Mush received him effusively. She carried
him off to a corner seat near the window, and there they conversed,
or, to be more accurate, she talked and he listened. The window was
open and William could hear some of the things she said.
"Now you are a member you must come here often ... you and I, the only
Ancient Souls in this vicinity ... we will work together and live only
in the Past.... Have you remembered any other previous existence?...
No? Ah, try, it will come in a flash any time.... I must come and see
your garden.... I feel that we have much in common, you and I.... We
have much to talk about.... I have all my past life to tell you of ...
what train do you come home by?... We must be friends--real
friends.
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