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The solitary life, which Emily had led of late, and the melancholy
subjects, on which she had suffered her thoughts to dwell, had
rendered her at times sensible to the 'thick-coming fancies' of a
mind greatly enervated. It was lamentable, that her excellent
understanding should have yielded, even for a moment, to the reveries
of superstition, or rather to those starts of imagination, which
deceive the senses into what can be called nothing less than
momentary madness. Instances of this temporary failure of mind had
more than once occurred since her return home; particularly when,
wandering through this lonely mansion in the evening twilight, she
had been alarmed by appearances, which would have been unseen in her
more cheerful days. To this infirm state of her nerves may be
attributed what she imagined, when, her eyes glancing a second time
on the arm-chair, which stood in an obscure part of the closet, the
countenance of her dead father appeared there. Emily stood fixed for
a moment to the floor, after which she left the closet.


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