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What
they
gave
me
above
all
was
just
the
sinister
figure
of
the
living
man
--
the
dead
one
would
keep
awhile
!
--
and
of
the
months
he
had
continuously
passed
at
Bly
,
which
,
added
up
,
made
a
formidable
stretch
.
The
limit
of
this
evil
time
had
arrived
only
when
,
on
the
dawn
of
a
winter
's
morning
,
Peter
Quint
was
found
,
by
a
laborer
going
to
early
work
,
stone
dead
on
the
road
from
the
village
:
a
catastrophe
explained
--
superficially
at
least
--
by
a
visible
wound
to
his
head
;
such
a
wound
as
might
have
been
produced
--
and
as
,
on
the
final
evidence
,
had
been
--
by
a
fatal
slip
,
in
the
dark
and
after
leaving
the
public
house
,
on
the
steepish
icy
slope
,
a
wrong
path
altogether
,
at
the
bottom
of
which
he
lay
.
The
icy
slope
,
the
turn
mistaken
at
night
and
in
liquor
,
accounted
for
much
--
practically
,
in
the
end
and
after
the
inquest
and
boundless
chatter
,
for
everything
;
but
there
had
been
matters
in
his
life
--
strange
passages
and
perils
,
secret
disorders
,
vices
more
than
suspected
--
that
would
have
accounted
for
a
good
deal
more
.
I
scarce
know
how
to
put
my
story
into
words
that
shall
be
a
credible
picture
of
my
state
of
mind
;
but
I
was
in
these
days
literally
able
to
find
a
joy
in
the
extraordinary
flight
of
heroism
the
occasion
demanded
of
me
.
I
now
saw
that
I
had
been
asked
for
a
service
admirable
and
difficult
;
and
there
would
be
a
greatness
in
letting
it
be
seen
--
oh
,
in
the
right
quarter
!
--
that
I
could
succeed
where
many
another
girl
might
have
failed
.
It
was
an
immense
help
to
me
--
I
confess
I
rather
applaud
myself
as
I
look
back
!
--
that
I
saw
my
service
so
strongly
and
so
simply
.
I
was
there
to
protect
and
defend
the
little
creatures
in
the
world
the
most
bereaved
and
the
most
lovable
,
the
appeal
of
whose
helplessness
had
suddenly
become
only
too
explicit
,
a
deep
,
constant
ache
of
one
's
own
committed
heart
.
We
were
cut
off
,
really
,
together
;
we
were
united
in
our
danger
.
They
had
nothing
but
me
,
and
I
--
well
,
I
had
them
.
It
was
in
short
a
magnificent
chance
.
This
chance
presented
itself
to
me
in
an
image
richly
material
.
I
was
a
screen
--
I
was
to
stand
before
them
.
The
more
I
saw
,
the
less
they
would
.
I
began
to
watch
them
in
a
stifled
suspense
,
a
disguised
excitement
that
might
well
,
had
it
continued
too
long
,
have
turned
to
something
like
madness
.
What
saved
me
,
as
I
now
see
,
was
that
it
turned
to
something
else
altogether
.
It
did
n't
last
as
suspense
--
it
was
superseded
by
horrible
proofs
.
Proofs
,
I
say
,
yes
--
from
the
moment
I
really
took
hold
.
This
moment
dated
from
an
afternoon
hour
that
I
happened
to
spend
in
the
grounds
with
the
younger
of
my
pupils
alone
.
We
had
left
Miles
indoors
,
on
the
red
cushion
of
a
deep
window
seat
;
he
had
wished
to
finish
a
book
,
and
I
had
been
glad
to
encourage
a
purpose
so
laudable
in
a
young
man
whose
only
defect
was
an
occasional
excess
of
the
restless
.
His
sister
,
on
the
contrary
,
had
been
alert
to
come
out
,
and
I
strolled
with
her
half
an
hour
,
seeking
the
shade
,
for
the
sun
was
still
high
and
the
day
exceptionally
warm
.
I
was
aware
afresh
,
with
her
,
as
we
went
,
of
how
,
like
her
brother
,
she
contrived
--
it
was
the
charming
thing
in
both
children
--
to
let
me
alone
without
appearing
to
drop
me
and
to
accompany
me
without
appearing
to
surround
.
They
were
never
importunate
and
yet
never
listless
.
My
attention
to
them
all
really
went
to
seeing
them
amuse
themselves
immensely
without
me
:
this
was
a
spectacle
they
seemed
actively
to
prepare
and
that
engaged
me
as
an
active
admirer
.
I
walked
in
a
world
of
their
invention
--
they
had
no
occasion
whatever
to
draw
upon
mine
;
so
that
my
time
was
taken
only
with
being
,
for
them
,
some
remarkable
person
or
thing
that
the
game
of
the
moment
required
and
that
was
merely
,
thanks
to
my
superior
,
my
exalted
stamp
,
a
happy
and
highly
distinguished
sinecure
.
I
forget
what
I
was
on
the
present
occasion
;
I
only
remember
that
I
was
something
very
important
and
very
quiet
and
that
Flora
was
playing
very
hard
.
We
were
on
the
edge
of
the
lake
,
and
,
as
we
had
lately
begun
geography
,
the
lake
was
the
Sea
of
Azof
.
Suddenly
,
in
these
circumstances
,
I
became
aware
that
,
on
the
other
side
of
the
Sea
of
Azof
,
we
had
an
interested
spectator
.
The
way
this
knowledge
gathered
in
me
was
the
strangest
thing
in
the
world
--
the
strangest
,
that
is
,
except
the
very
much
stranger
in
which
it
quickly
merged
itself
.
I
had
sat
down
with
a
piece
of
work
--
for
I
was
something
or
other
that
could
sit
--
on
the
old
stone
bench
which
overlooked
the
pond
;
and
in
this
position
I
began
to
take
in
with
certitude
,
and
yet
without
direct
vision
,
the
presence
,
at
a
distance
,
of
a
third
person
.
The
old
trees
,
the
thick
shrubbery
,
made
a
great
and
pleasant
shade
,
but
it
was
all
suffused
with
the
brightness
of
the
hot
,
still
hour
.
There
was
no
ambiguity
in
anything
;
none
whatever
,
at
least
,
in
the
conviction
I
from
one
moment
to
another
found
myself
forming
as
to
what
I
should
see
straight
before
me
and
across
the
lake
as
a
consequence
of
raising
my
eyes
.
They
were
attached
at
this
juncture
to
the
stitching
in
which
I
was
engaged
,
and
I
can
feel
once
more
the
spasm
of
my
effort
not
to
move
them
till
I
should
so
have
steadied
myself
as
to
be
able
to
make
up
my
mind
what
to
do
.
There
was
an
alien
object
in
view
--
a
figure
whose
right
of
presence
I
instantly
,
passionately
questioned
.
I
recollect
counting
over
perfectly
the
possibilities
,
reminding
myself
that
nothing
was
more
natural
,
for
instance
,
then
the
appearance
of
one
of
the
men
about
the
place
,
or
even
of
a
messenger
,
a
postman
,
or
a
tradesman
's
boy
,
from
the
village
.
That
reminder
had
as
little
effect
on
my
practical
certitude
as
I
was
conscious
--
still
even
without
looking
--
of
its
having
upon
the
character
and
attitude
of
our
visitor
.
Nothing
was
more
natural
than
that
these
things
should
be
the
other
things
that
they
absolutely
were
not
.
Of
the
positive
identity
of
the
apparition
I
would
assure
myself
as
soon
as
the
small
clock
of
my
courage
should
have
ticked
out
the
right
second
;
meanwhile
,
with
an
effort
that
was
already
sharp
enough
,
I
transferred
my
eyes
straight
to
little
Flora
,
who
,
at
the
moment
,
was
about
ten
yards
away
My
heart
had
stood
still
for
an
instant
with
the
wonder
and
terror
of
the
question
whether
she
too
would
see
;
and
I
held
my
breath
while
I
waited
for
what
a
cry
from
her
,
what
some
sudden
innocent
sign
either
of
interest
or
of
alarm
,
would
tell
me
.
I
waited
,
but
nothing
came
;
then
,
in
the
first
place
--
and
there
is
something
more
dire
in
this
,
I
feel
,
than
in
anything
I
have
to
relate
--
I
was
determined
by
a
sense
that
,
within
a
minute
,
all
sounds
from
her
had
previously
dropped
;
and
,
in
the
second
,
by
the
circumstance
that
,
also
within
the
minute
,
she
had
,
in
her
play
,
turned
her
back
to
the
water
.
This
was
her
attitude
when
I
at
last
looked
at
her
--
looked
with
the
confirmed
conviction
that
we
were
still
,
together
,
under
direct
personal
notice
.
She
had
picked
up
a
small
flat
piece
of
wood
,
which
happened
to
have
in
it
a
little
hole
that
had
evidently
suggested
to
her
the
idea
of
sticking
in
another
fragment
that
might
figure
as
a
mast
and
make
the
thing
a
boat
.
This
second
morsel
,
as
I
watched
her
,
she
was
very
markedly
and
intently
attempting
to
tighten
in
its
place
.
My
apprehension
of
what
she
was
doing
sustained
me
so
that
after
some
seconds
I
felt
I
was
ready
for
more
.
Then
I
again
shifted
my
eyes
--
I
faced
what
I
had
to
face
.
I
got
hold
of
Mrs.
Grose
as
soon
after
this
as
I
could
;
and
I
can
give
no
intelligible
account
of
how
I
fought
out
the
interval
.
Yet
I
still
hear
myself
cry
as
I
fairly
threw
myself
into
her
arms
:
"
They
know
--
it
's
too
monstrous
:
they
know
,
they
know
!
"
