And this was awful.

Just try to enter into the feelings of a man whose imagination wakes up at the very moment he is about to enter the tomb.

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" * * * * * "You must not think," went on Marlow after a pause, "that on that morning with Fyne I went consciously in my mind over all this, let us call it information; no, better say, this fund of knowledge which I had, or rather which existed, in me in regard to de Barral.