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Turning the screw
The
story
had
held
us
,
round
the
fire
,
sufficiently
breathless
,
but
except
the
obvious
remark
that
it
was
gruesome
,
as
,
on
Christmas
Eve
in
an
old
house
,
a
strange
tale
should
essentially
be
,
I
remember
no
comment
uttered
till
somebody
happened
to
say
that
it
was
the
only
case
he
had
met
in
which
such
a
visitation
had
fallen
on
a
child
.
The
case
,
I
may
mention
,
was
that
of
an
apparition
in
just
such
an
old
house
as
had
gathered
us
for
the
occasion
--
an
appearance
,
of
a
dreadful
kind
,
to
a
little
boy
sleeping
in
the
room
with
his
mother
and
waking
her
up
in
the
terror
of
it
;
waking
her
not
to
dissipate
his
dread
and
soothe
him
to
sleep
again
,
but
to
encounter
also
,
herself
,
before
she
had
succeeded
in
doing
so
,
the
same
sight
that
had
shaken
him
.
It
was
this
observation
that
drew
from
Douglas
--
not
immediately
,
but
later
in
the
evening
--
a
reply
that
had
the
interesting
consequence
to
which
I
call
attention
.
Someone
else
told
a
story
not
particularly
effective
,
which
I
saw
he
was
not
following
.
This
I
took
for
a
sign
that
he
had
himself
something
to
produce
and
that
we
should
only
have
to
wait
.
We
waited
in
fact
till
two
nights
later
;
but
that
same
evening
,
before
we
scattered
,
he
brought
out
what
was
in
his
mind
.
"
I
quite
agree
--
in
regard
to
Griffin
's
ghost
,
or
whatever
it
was
--
that
its
appearing
first
to
the
little
boy
,
at
so
tender
an
age
,
adds
a
particular
touch
.
But
it
's
not
the
first
occurrence
of
its
charming
kind
that
I
know
to
have
involved
a
child
.
If
the
child
gives
the
effect
another
turn
of
the
screw
,
what
do
you
say
to
two
children
--
?
"
"
We
say
,
of
course
,
"
somebody
exclaimed
,
"
that
they
give
two
turns
!
Also
that
we
want
to
hear
about
them
.
"
I
can
see
Douglas
there
before
the
fire
,
to
which
he
had
got
up
to
present
his
back
,
looking
down
at
his
interlocutor
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
.
"
Nobody
but
me
,
till
now
,
has
ever
heard
.
It
's
quite
too
horrible
.
"
This
,
naturally
,
was
declared
by
several
voices
to
give
the
thing
the
utmost
price
,
and
our
friend
,
with
quiet
art
,
prepared
his
triumph
by
turning
his
eyes
over
the
rest
of
us
and
going
on
:
"
It
's
beyond
everything
.
Nothing
at
all
that
I
know
touches
it
.
"
"
For
sheer
terror
?
"
I
remember
asking
.
He
seemed
to
say
it
was
not
so
simple
as
that
;
to
be
really
at
a
loss
how
to
qualify
it
.
He
passed
his
hand
over
his
eyes
,
made
a
little
wincing
grimace
.
"
For
dreadful
--
dreadfulness
!
"
"
Oh
,
how
delicious
!
"
cried
one
of
the
women
.
He
took
no
notice
of
her
;
he
looked
at
me
,
but
as
if
,
instead
of
me
,
he
saw
what
he
spoke
of
.
"
For
general
uncanny
ugliness
and
horror
and
pain
.
"
"
Well
then
,
"
I
said
,
"
just
sit
right
down
and
begin
.
"
