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I had not seen my friend Stokeman since we were at college together, / and now naturally we fell to talking of old times. I remembered him as / a hard-headed man without a particle of superstition, if such a thing / be possible in a land where we are brought up on superstition, from the / bottle. He was at that time full of life and of enjoyment of whatever it / brought. I found now that his wild and almost reckless spirits had been / tempered by the years which had passed as I should not have believed / possible, and that gravity had taken place of the gaiety for which he / was then noted.
He used to maintain, I remember, that there was no apparition or / supernatural manifestation, or series of circumstances pointing to such / a manifestation, however strongly substantiated they appeared to be, / that could not be explained on purely natural grounds.