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We
proceeded
to
the
top
-
storey
of
the
house
.
Two
or
three
times
,
by
the
way
,
I
thought
I
observed
in
the
indistinct
light
the
skirts
of
a
female
figure
going
up
before
us
.
As
we
turned
to
ascend
the
last
flight
of
stairs
between
us
and
the
roof
,
we
caught
a
full
view
of
this
figure
pausing
for
a
moment
,
at
a
door
.
Then
it
turned
the
handle
,
and
went
in
.
‘
What
’
s
this
!
’
said
Martha
,
in
a
whisper
.
‘
She
has
gone
into
my
room
.
I
don
’
t
know
her
!
’
I
knew
her
.
I
had
recognized
her
with
amazement
,
for
Miss
Dartle
.
I
said
something
to
the
effect
that
it
was
a
lady
whom
I
had
seen
before
,
in
a
few
words
,
to
my
conductress
;
and
had
scarcely
done
so
,
when
we
heard
her
voice
in
the
room
,
though
not
,
from
where
we
stood
,
what
she
was
saying
.
Martha
,
with
an
astonished
look
,
repeated
her
former
action
,
and
softly
led
me
up
the
stairs
;
and
then
,
by
a
little
back
-
door
which
seemed
to
have
no
lock
,
and
which
she
pushed
open
with
a
touch
,
into
a
small
empty
garret
with
a
low
sloping
roof
,
little
better
than
a
cupboard
.
Between
this
,
and
the
room
she
had
called
hers
,
there
was
a
small
door
of
communication
,
standing
partly
open
.
Here
we
stopped
,
breathless
with
our
ascent
,
and
she
placed
her
hand
lightly
on
my
lips
.
I
could
only
see
,
of
the
room
beyond
,
that
it
was
pretty
large
;
that
there
was
a
bed
in
it
;
and
that
there
were
some
common
pictures
of
ships
upon
the
walls
.
I
could
not
see
Miss
Dartle
,
or
the
person
whom
we
had
heard
her
address
.
Certainly
,
my
companion
could
not
,
for
my
position
was
the
best
.
A
dead
silence
prevailed
for
some
moments
.
Martha
kept
one
hand
on
my
lips
,
and
raised
the
other
in
a
listening
attitude
.
‘
It
matters
little
to
me
her
not
being
at
home
,
’
said
Rosa
Dartle
haughtily
,
‘
I
know
nothing
of
her
.
It
is
you
I
come
to
see
.
’
‘
Me
?
’
replied
a
soft
voice
.
At
the
sound
of
it
,
a
thrill
went
through
my
frame
.
For
it
was
Emily
’
s
!
‘
Yes
,
’
returned
Miss
Dartle
,
‘
I
have
come
to
look
at
you
.
What
?
You
are
not
ashamed
of
the
face
that
has
done
so
much
?
’
The
resolute
and
unrelenting
hatred
of
her
tone
,
its
cold
stern
sharpness
,
and
its
mastered
rage
,
presented
her
before
me
,
as
if
I
had
seen
her
standing
in
the
light
.
