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She
stared
at
mine
as
if
they
might
really
have
resembled
them
.
"
Do
you
mean
of
dislike
?
"
"
God
help
us
,
no
.
Of
something
much
worse
.
"
"
Worse
than
dislike
?
"
--
this
left
her
indeed
at
a
loss
.
"
With
a
determination
--
indescribable
.
With
a
kind
of
fury
of
intention
.
"
I
made
her
turn
pale
.
"
Intention
?
"
"
To
get
hold
of
her
.
"
Mrs.
Grose
--
her
eyes
just
lingering
on
mine
--
gave
a
shudder
and
walked
to
the
window
;
and
while
she
stood
there
looking
out
I
completed
my
statement
.
"
That
's
what
Flora
knows
.
"
After
a
little
she
turned
round
.
"
The
person
was
in
black
,
you
say
?
"
"
In
mourning
--
rather
poor
,
almost
shabby
.
But
--
yes
--
with
extraordinary
beauty
.
"
I
now
recognized
to
what
I
had
at
last
,
stroke
by
stroke
,
brought
the
victim
of
my
confidence
,
for
she
quite
visibly
weighed
this
.
"
Oh
,
handsome
--
very
,
very
,
"
I
insisted
;
"
wonderfully
handsome
.
But
infamous
.
"
She
slowly
came
back
to
me
.
"
Miss
Jessel
--
was
infamous
.
"
She
once
more
took
my
hand
in
both
her
own
,
holding
it
as
tight
as
if
to
fortify
me
against
the
increase
of
alarm
I
might
draw
from
this
disclosure
.
"
They
were
both
infamous
,
"
she
finally
said
.
