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Chapter 19 The Spirit of Madame BlavatskyAt the hour appointed by the Czar I presented myself at the Winter Palace to assist at the spiritualist experiments of M. Auguste. I shall not attempt to describe the impression left by the weird scene in the Princess Y——’s oratory. To those who do not know the Slav temperament, with its strange mixture of sensuality and devotion, of barbarous cruelty and over-civilized cunning, seldom far removed from the brink of insanity, the incident I have recorded will appear incredible. I have narrated it, simply because I have undertaken to narrate everything bearing on the business in which I was engaged. I am well aware that truth is stranger than fiction, and I should have little difficulty, if I were so disposed, in framing a story, full of