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In the broad daylight it was not easy to believe that the experience of the night-time was more than an excitement of the nerves. The tide of habitual conviction set strongly against a superstitious fancy. None the less the Solitary spent many hours in tender and remorseful musings over the lost father, and all day long he wondered at the voice which had seemed to answer him.
'It would be well for me, perhaps,' he said, when he had spent two-thirds of the day under the spell of these clear recollections -- 'it would be well for me, perhaps, if I could think it true.'