Order could not readily be introduced into my thoughts.

The voice still rung in my ears.

Every accent that was uttered by Carwin was fresh in my remembrance.

His unwelcome approach, the recognition of his person, his hasty departure, produced a complex impression on my mind which no words can delineate.

I strove to give a slower motion to my thoughts, and to regulate a confusion which became painful; but my efforts were nugatory.
I covered my eyes with my hand, and sat, I know not how long, without power to arrange or utter my conceptions.
I had remained for hours, as I believed, in absolute solitude.