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"
And
what
on
earth
--
?
"
I
felt
her
incredulity
as
she
held
me
.
"
Why
,
all
that
we
know
--
and
heaven
knows
what
else
besides
!
"
Then
,
as
she
released
me
,
I
made
it
out
to
her
,
made
it
out
perhaps
only
now
with
full
coherency
even
to
myself
.
"
Two
hours
ago
,
in
the
garden
"
--
I
could
scarce
articulate
--
"
Flora
saw
!
"
Mrs.
Grose
took
it
as
she
might
have
taken
a
blow
in
the
stomach
.
"
She
has
told
you
?
"
she
panted
.
"
Not
a
word
--
that
's
the
horror
.
She
kept
it
to
herself
!
The
child
of
eight
,
that
child
!
"
Unutterable
still
,
for
me
,
was
the
stupefaction
of
it
.
Mrs.
Grose
,
of
course
,
could
only
gape
the
wider
.
"
Then
how
do
you
know
?
"
"
I
was
there
--
I
saw
with
my
eyes
:
saw
that
she
was
perfectly
aware
.
"
"
Do
you
mean
aware
of
him
?
"
"
No
--
of
her
.
"
I
was
conscious
as
I
spoke
that
I
looked
prodigious
things
,
for
I
got
the
slow
reflection
of
them
in
my
companion
's
face
.
"
Another
person
--
this
time
;
but
a
figure
of
quite
as
unmistakable
horror
and
evil
:
a
woman
in
black
,
pale
and
dreadful
--
with
such
an
air
also
,
and
such
a
face
!
--
on
the
other
side
of
the
lake
.
I
was
there
with
the
child
--
quiet
for
the
hour
;
and
in
the
midst
of
it
she
came
.
"
"
Came
how
--
from
where
?
"
"
From
where
they
come
from
!
She
just
appeared
and
stood
there
--
but
not
so
near
.
