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Gaping
still
,
but
meeting
me
,
she
pieced
it
all
together
.
"
He
never
wore
his
hat
,
but
he
did
wear
--
well
,
there
were
waistcoats
missed
.
They
were
both
here
--
last
year
.
Then
the
master
went
,
and
Quint
was
alone
.
"
I
followed
,
but
halting
a
little
.
"
Alone
?
"
"
Alone
with
us
.
"
Then
,
as
from
a
deeper
depth
,
"
In
charge
,
"
she
added
.
"
And
what
became
of
him
?
"
She
hung
fire
so
long
that
I
was
still
more
mystified
.
"
He
went
,
too
,
"
she
brought
out
at
last
.
"
Went
where
?
"
Her
expression
,
at
this
,
became
extraordinary
.
"
God
knows
where
!
He
died
.
"
"
Died
?
"
I
almost
shrieked
.
She
seemed
fairly
to
square
herself
,
plant
herself
more
firmly
to
utter
the
wonder
of
it
.
"
Yes
.
Mr.
Quint
is
dead
.
"
It
took
of
course
more
than
that
particular
passage
to
place
us
together
in
presence
of
what
we
had
now
to
live
with
as
we
could
--
my
dreadful
liability
to
impressions
of
the
order
so
vividly
exemplified
,
and
my
companion
's
knowledge
,
henceforth
--
a
knowledge
half
consternation
and
half
compassion
--
of
that
liability
.
There
had
been
,
this
evening
,
after
the
revelation
left
me
,
for
an
hour
,
so
prostrate
--
there
had
been
,
for
either
of
us
,
no
attendance
on
any
service
but
a
little
service
of
tears
and
vows
,
of
prayers
and
promises
,
a
climax
to
the
series
of
mutual
challenges
and
pledges
that
had
straightway
ensued
on
our
retreating
together
to
the
schoolroom
and
shutting
ourselves
up
there
to
have
everything
out
.
The
result
of
our
having
everything
out
was
simply
to
reduce
our
situation
to
the
last
rigor
of
its
elements
.
She
herself
had
seen
nothing
,
not
the
shadow
of
a
shadow
,
and
nobody
in
the
house
but
the
governess
was
in
the
governess
's
plight
;
yet
she
accepted
without
directly
impugning
my
sanity
the
truth
as
I
gave
it
to
her
,
and
ended
by
showing
me
,
on
this
ground
,
an
awestricken
tenderness
,
an
expression
of
the
sense
of
my
more
than
questionable
privilege
,
of
which
the
very
breath
has
remained
with
me
as
that
of
the
sweetest
of
human
charities
.
