themanwhocouldworkmiracles1(编辑修改稿)

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then it dawned upon him that miracles were possible even with matches. He stretched out a hand. “Let ther be a match in that hand,” he said. He felt some light object fall across his palm, and his fingers closed upon a match. After several futile attempts to light this, he threw it down, and then it occurred to him that he might have willed it to be lit. He did so, and saw it burning on the table. He caught it up hastily, and it went out. His perception of possibilities enlarged, and he felt for and replaced the candle in its candlestick. “Here! You be lit,” said Mr. Fotheringay, and at once the candle was burning. For a time he stared at it, and then looked up and met his own gaze int eh looking glass. “What about miracles now?” said Mr. Fotheringay, addressing his own reflection. The subsequent thoughts of Mr. Fotheringay were confused. So far as he could see, he had only to will the thing. After his first experiences, he wished to make only very cautious experiments. But he lifted a sheet of paper, and turned a glass of water pink, and then green, and got himself a toothbursh. In the early hours of the morning he had reached the fact that his will power must be unusual and strong. The fears of his first discovery were now mixed with pried and ideas of advantage. He heard the church clock striking one, and decided to get into bed without further delay. As he struggled to get his shirt over his head, he was struck with a brilliant idea. “Let me be in bed, ” he said, and found himself so. “Undressed,” he added。 and , finding the sheets cold, he said hastily, “and in my nightshirt—no, in a nice soft woolen nightshirt. Ah!” he said with imm。