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At first, he thought it must have been his father's voice; and then as he grew wider and wider awake he knew this could not be, for the voice sounded like that of an old man.
At the critical moment Miss Bartlett opened her own door, and her voice said:
She was a child full of imaginings and whimsical thoughts, and one of her fancies was that there would be a great deal of comfort in even pretending that Emily was alive and really heard and understood.
Mrs. Honeychurch, who had come up to town with her daughter, began to drum nervously upon her card-case.
