Clairvoyante

Madame Sosostris, famous clairvoyante, / Had a bad cold, nevertheless / Is known to be the wisest woman in Europe, / With a wicked pack of cards.

In her sleep-waking state, she could distinguish the magnetic passes that I had made over a glass of water, they appearing darker than the water itself; and when she was very clairvoyante, she could by this means tell me how many passes I had made, and did so always correctly. […] 4th, The sleep-waking state, when she was clairvoyante, and prescribed. […] In the perfect sleep-waking state, the spirit had the supremacy; and, when she was perfectly clairvoyante, she said her thoughts proceeded wholly from the spirit, and the epigastric region.

The clairvoyante lady was asked about it, and confessing inability to answer, Mr. Eagle suggested that the gentleman should confide to him what he had written on the paper.

“[…] Strathmore, am I, who read you so well while you were yet unknown, likely to believe in your suave words so quickly? Remember! I am clairvoyante. I know the sincerity of every one who approaches me, and I know the worth of your words, my diplomatist! I shall be a very long time before I accord to you the honour of any belief in them.” / “If you be clairvoyante, you will no longer disbelieve; you will see without words what your sorcery works. You must know your own power too well to doubt it!”

A clairvoyante lady gave Jane a prescription, and assured her if she took it, and followed her advice, she would be cured, impiously adding that the Almighty himself could not have prescribed so well for her as she had done.

He had also sent a lock of his hair to a sprightly and intelligent French lady, a Mademoiselle de Cramponaye, who had thereupon written him a prescription, and whom he had afterwards visited at her residence on the ‘other side’ of Oxford Street, where, a younger sister having performed over her some mesmeric passes, she became clairvoyante, and in her turn mesmerised the blind man, though it was permissible during the séance to converse upon subjects less mysterious.

She became clairvoyante, had prophetic dreams and visions, and prescribed for herself when in the trance-state.

She became clairvoyante; persons of distinction came to consult her on difficult spiritual questions, to the exclusion of the parish priest, who found himself at a discount.

“Really, Evelyn,” said Lady Julia, “you mustn’t dismiss my visitors. Lesley was describing to me the garden of the late Duca di Sermoneta (the Dante commentator) at his palace in the Alban mountains. She is, like myself, clairvoyante.” […] Was he also becoming clairvoyant?

This singularly clairvoyante woman, “released from the strain of her wrath and the rigidity of her injured virtue,” now pushes her conclusions further, and admits that in her twenty-seven years of married happiness she hasn’t cared enough to find out that James had built up the family fortune by “disabling his clerks from marrying and by driving his girls on to the streets.”

It was perhaps five in the morning when a voice spoke and he started up with a horrid jerk—the voice of that clairvoyante woman.

I suppose you’ll call me a fool, if I say it was to see one of those clairvoyante women, someone Ireen had heard of.

She had gone to a clairvoyante woman in Bond Street—a fortune-teller who had said in the Press that she knew where the Earl of Quorn could be found.

Many as were her gifts, she was, this minute, impaled on the lack of one – she was not clairvoyante.