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    The speaker returns home after many years away and is afraid to enter, fearing an unfamiliar face may confront them and question their business there. They hesitate at the door, overwhelmed by dread of what may lie behind it. After mustering their courage, the speaker gingerly touches the latch but then flees in terror, gasping for air like a thief escaping a crime scene.

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    The speaker returns home after many years away and is afraid to enter, fearing an unfamiliar face may confront them and question their business there. They hesitate at the door, overwhelmed by dread of what may lie behind it. After mustering their courage, the speaker gingerly touches the latch but then flees in terror, gasping for air like a thief escaping a crime scene.

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    The speaker returns home after many years away and is afraid to enter, fearing an unfamiliar face may confront them and question their business there. They hesitate at the door, overwhelmed by dread of what may lie behind it. After mustering their courage, the speaker gingerly touches the latch but then flees in terror, gasping for air like a thief escaping a crime scene.

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    I Years had been from Home

    I Years had been from Home And now before the Door I dared not enter, lest a Face I never saw before Stare solid into mine And ask my Business there "My Business but a Life I left Was such remaining there?" I leaned upon the Awe I lingered with Before The Second like an Ocean rolled And broke against my ear I laughed a crumbling Laugh That I could fear a Door Who Consternation compassed And never winced before. I fitted to the Latch My Hand, with trembling care Lest back the awful Door should spring And leave me in the Floor Then moved my Fingers off As cautiously as Glass And held my ears, and like a Thief Fled gasping from the House EMILY DICKENSO

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