O'Farrell asserted, some abnormal development of his subconscious self.
All three were ruefully aware that Timmy was often--well, his mother
called it "sly," his sister called it "fanciful," his nurse by the good
old nursery term, "deceitful."
It was this unlovable attribute of his which made it so difficult to know
whether Timmy believed in the positive assertions occasionally made by
him concerning his intimate acquaintance with the world of the unseen.
That he could sometimes visualise what was coming to pass, especially
if it was of an unpleasant, disturbing nature, was, so his mother
considered, an undeniable fact. But sometimes the gift lay in abeyance
for weeks, even for months. That had been the case, as Mrs. Tosswill had
told Dr. O'Farrell, for a long time now--to be precise, since March,
when, to the dismay of those about him he had predicted an accident in
the hunting field which actually took place.
Timmy walked on up the steep bit of road which led to the upper part
of the beautiful old village which was, like many an English village,
shaped somewhat like a horseshoe--and then suddenly he stopped and gazed
intently into a walled stable-yard of which the big gates were wide open.
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