I recalled the voice I had heard; again I questioned whence it came, as vainly as before: it seemed in me —… — Charlotte Brontë
I recalled the voice I had heard; again I questioned whence it came, as vainly as before: it seemed in me — not in the external world. I asked, was it a mere nervous impression — a delusion? I could not conceive or believe: it was more like an inspiration.
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