He could in no-wise
comprehend it; but, taking it with other previous circumstances,
he could not get quit of a conviction that he was haunted by some
evil genius in the shape of his brother, as well as by that dark and
mysterious wretch himself. In no other way could he account for
the apparition he saw that morning on the face of the rock, nor for
several sudden appearances of the same being, in places where
there was no possibility of any foreknowledge that he himself
was to be there, and as little that the same being, if he were flesh
and blood like other men, could always start up in the same
position with regard to him. He determined, therefore, on
reaching home, to relate all that had happened, from beginning to
end, to his father, asking his counsel and his assistance, although
he knew full well that his father was not the fittest man in the
world to solve such a problem. He was now involved in party
politics, over head and ears; and, moreover, he could never hear
the names of either of the Wringhims mentioned without getting
into a quandary of disgust and anger; and all that he would deign
to say of them was, to call them by all the opprobrious names he
could invent.
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