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It may be said, and with truth, that so far I have recorded little
but subjective terror, possibly easily explained by my occupancy of
an isolated house, plus a few unimportant incidents, capable of
various interpretations. But the fear was, and is today as I look
back, a real thing. As real - and as difficult to describe - as a
chill, for instance. A severe mental chill it was, indeed.
I went upstairs finally to a restless night, and rose early, after
only an hour or so of sleep. One thing I was determined on - to find
out, if possible, the connection between the terror and the telephone.
I breakfasted early, and was dressing to go to the village when I had
a visitor, no other than Miss Emily herself. She looked fluttered
and perturbed at the unceremonious hour of her visit - she was the
soul of convention - and explained, between breaths as it were, that
she had come to apologize for the day before. She had hardly slept.
I must forgive her. She had been very nervous since her brother's
death, and small things upset her.
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