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"Well, what do you think of that?" at length Barton cried, drawing a long breath through his teeth.
"I heard the wind," said Doctor
. "What should I think of it—what is there remarkable about it?""The prince of the powers of the air," muttered Barton, with a shudder.
"Tut, tut! my dear sir," said the student, with an effort to reassure himself; for though it was broad day-light, there was nevertheless something disagreeably contagious in the nervous excitement under which his visitor so miserably suffered. "You must not give way to those wild fancies; you must resist these impulses of the imagination."
"Ay, ay; 'resist the devil and he will flee from thee,' " said Barton, in the same tone; "but how resist him? ay, there it is—there is the rub. What—what am I to do? what can I do?"