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Some one seemed to be leaning on my shoulder, singing for me, only for me, in confidence.
Ah, an hallucination! Surely my brain was sick--my punishment for having thought too hard.
I stood up, and my hand clutched the edge of the table.

I was oppressed by a feeling of the supernatural.

I sniffed the air, my eyelids blinking, alert and suspicious.
The singing kept on.

I could not get rid of it.

My head was beginning to go round.