Lucie was now a healthy young woman, but Adrienne, who had risen out of the unconscious, had sunk into the unconscious again--must I say ?--for ever more.
Few lives so brief have taught so many lessons.

For us who are busied with automatic writing the lesson is clear.

We have here demonstrably what we can find in other cases only inferentially, an intelligence manifesting itself continuously by written answers, of purport quite outside the normal subject's conscious mind, while yet that intelligence was but a part, a fraction, an aspect, of the normal subject's own identity.
And we must remember that Adrienne--while she was, if I may say so, the Unconscious Self reduced to its simplest expression--did, nevertheless, manifest certain differences from Lucie, which, if slightly exaggerated, might have been very perplexing.

Her handwriting was slightly different, though only in the loose and scrawling character so frequent in automatic script.

Again, Adrienne remembered certain incidents in Lucie's childhood which Lucie had wholly forgotten.