Fancying

I’m fancying an American firm.

I came home to my fortification, not feeling, as we say, the ground I went on, but terrified to the last degree, looking behind me at every two or three steps, mistaking every bush and tree, and fancying every stump at a distance to be a man.

These sad fancyings – chimeras, doubtless, of a sick and silly brain – led on the other and more special thoughts, concerning the eccentricities of Bartleby.