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I
do
n't
know
what
there
was
in
this
brevity
of
Mrs.
Grose
's
that
struck
me
as
ambiguous
.
"
Went
off
to
die
?
"
Mrs.
Grose
looked
straight
out
of
the
window
,
but
I
felt
that
,
hypothetically
,
I
had
a
right
to
know
what
young
persons
engaged
for
Bly
were
expected
to
do
.
"
She
was
taken
ill
,
you
mean
,
and
went
home
?
"
"
She
was
not
taken
ill
,
so
far
as
appeared
,
in
this
house
.
She
left
it
,
at
the
end
of
the
year
,
to
go
home
,
as
she
said
,
for
a
short
holiday
,
to
which
the
time
she
had
put
in
had
certainly
given
her
a
right
.
We
had
then
a
young
woman
--
a
nursemaid
who
had
stayed
on
and
who
was
a
good
girl
and
clever
;
and
she
took
the
children
altogether
for
the
interval
.
But
our
young
lady
never
came
back
,
and
at
the
very
moment
I
was
expecting
her
I
heard
from
the
master
that
she
was
dead
.
"
I
turned
this
over
"
But
of
what
?
"
"
He
never
told
me
!
But
please
,
miss
,
"
said
Mrs.
Grose
,
"
I
must
get
to
my
work
.
"
Her
thus
turning
her
back
on
me
was
fortunately
not
,
for
my
just
preoccupations
,
a
snub
that
could
check
the
growth
of
our
mutual
esteem
.
We
met
,
after
I
had
brought
home
little
Miles
,
more
intimately
than
ever
on
the
ground
of
my
stupefaction
,
my
general
emotion
:
so
monstrous
was
I
then
ready
to
pronounce
it
that
such
a
child
as
had
now
been
revealed
to
me
should
be
under
an
interdict
.
I
was
a
little
late
on
the
scene
,
and
I
felt
,
as
he
stood
wistfully
looking
out
for
me
before
the
door
of
the
inn
at
which
the
coach
had
put
him
down
,
that
I
had
seen
him
,
on
the
instant
,
without
and
within
,
in
the
great
glow
of
freshness
,
the
same
positive
fragrance
of
purity
,
in
which
I
had
,
from
the
first
moment
,
seen
his
little
sister
.
He
was
incredibly
beautiful
,
and
Mrs.
Grose
had
put
her
finger
on
it
:
everything
but
a
sort
of
passion
of
tenderness
for
him
was
swept
away
by
his
presence
.
What
I
then
and
there
took
him
to
my
heart
for
was
something
divine
that
I
have
never
found
to
the
same
degree
in
any
child
--
his
indescribable
little
air
of
knowing
nothing
in
the
world
but
love
.
It
would
have
been
impossible
to
carry
a
bad
name
with
a
greater
sweetness
of
innocence
,
and
by
the
time
I
had
got
back
to
Bly
with
him
I
remained
merely
bewildered
--
so
far
,
that
is
,
as
I
was
not
outraged
--
by
the
sense
of
the
horrible
letter
locked
up
in
my
room
,
in
a
drawer
.
As
soon
as
I
could
compass
a
private
word
with
Mrs.
Grose
I
declared
to
her
that
it
was
grotesque
.
She
promptly
understood
me
.
"
You
mean
the
cruel
charge
--
?
"
"
It
does
n't
live
an
instant
.
My
dear
woman
,
look
at
him
!
"
She
smiled
at
my
pretention
to
have
discovered
his
charm
.
"
I
assure
you
,
miss
,
I
do
nothing
else
!
What
will
you
say
,
then
?
"
she
immediately
added
.
