J. Krishnamurti. That was the name on the ship's register. Clearly eastern; and its bearer conformed to the adjective with an ivory appropriateness. A slender gentleman of, perhaps, 30, he was often seen about the deck, sitting modestly by himself, or talking to a bleak old lady with bobbed hair. Women looked at him. His nosea little on one side; his clothesobviously Seville Row; his curved, sensitive lips and frightened eyes were attractive. Women looked at him, learned that he was Jiddu, Christ of the theosophists, whose body the "World Teacher" has once entered, through whose lips God has spoken, and...
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