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Having done with the letters, I made an effort to throw them into the fire, when I distinctly felt my hand arrested in the act.

It was as though another hand were gently laid upon my own, pressing it back.

Much surprised, I looked at my hand and then saw it contained, not the letters I had intended to destroy, but the bank notes, and that the letters were in the other hand.

I was so surprised that I called out, 'Who's here ?'" {80a} Nobody will call this "the touch of a vanished hand".