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It
was
as
if
now
in
my
friend
's
own
eyes
Miss
Jessel
had
again
appeared
.
I
seemed
at
any
rate
,
for
an
instant
,
to
see
their
evocation
of
her
as
distinctly
as
I
had
seen
her
by
the
pond
;
and
I
brought
out
with
decision
:
"
It
must
have
been
also
what
she
wished
!
"
Mrs.
Grose
's
face
signified
that
it
had
been
indeed
,
but
she
said
at
the
same
time
:
"
Poor
woman
--
she
paid
for
it
!
"
"
Then
you
do
know
what
she
died
of
?
"
I
asked
.
"
No
--
I
know
nothing
.
I
wanted
not
to
know
;
I
was
glad
enough
I
did
n't
;
and
I
thanked
heaven
she
was
well
out
of
this
!
"
"
Yet
you
had
,
then
,
your
idea
--
"
"
Of
her
real
reason
for
leaving
?
Oh
,
yes
--
as
to
that
.
She
could
n't
have
stayed
.
Fancy
it
here
--
for
a
governess
!
And
afterward
I
imagined
--
and
I
still
imagine
.
And
what
I
imagine
is
dreadful
.
"
"
Not
so
dreadful
as
what
I
do
,
"
I
replied
;
on
which
I
must
have
shown
her
--
as
I
was
indeed
but
too
conscious
--
a
front
of
miserable
defeat
It
brought
out
again
all
her
compassion
for
me
,
and
at
the
renewed
touch
of
her
kindness
my
power
to
resist
broke
down
.
I
burst
,
as
I
had
,
the
other
time
,
made
her
burst
,
into
tears
;
she
took
me
to
her
motherly
breast
,
and
my
lamentation
overflowed
.
"
I
do
n't
do
it
!
"
I
sobbed
in
despair
;
"
I
do
n't
save
or
shield
them
!
It
's
far
worse
than
I
dreamed
--
they
're
lost
!
"
What
I
had
said
to
Mrs.
Grose
was
true
enough
:
there
were
in
the
matter
I
had
put
before
her
depths
and
possibilities
that
I
lacked
resolution
to
sound
;
so
that
when
we
met
once
more
in
the
wonder
of
it
we
were
of
a
common
mind
about
the
duty
of
resistance
to
extravagant
fancies
.
We
were
to
keep
our
heads
if
we
should
keep
nothing
else
--
difficult
indeed
as
that
might
be
in
the
face
of
what
,
in
our
prodigious
experience
,
was
least
to
be
questioned
.
Late
that
night
,
while
the
house
slept
,
we
had
another
talk
in
my
room
,
when
she
went
all
the
way
with
me
as
to
its
being
beyond
doubt
that
I
had
seen
exactly
what
I
had
seen
.
To
hold
her
perfectly
in
the
pinch
of
that
,
I
found
I
had
only
to
ask
her
how
,
if
I
had
"
made
it
up
,
"
I
came
to
be
able
to
give
,
of
each
of
the
persons
appearing
to
me
,
a
picture
disclosing
,
to
the
last
detail
,
their
special
marks
--
a
portrait
on
the
exhibition
of
which
she
had
instantly
recognized
and
named
them
.
She
wished
of
course
--
small
blame
to
her
!
--
to
sink
the
whole
subject
;
and
I
was
quick
to
assure
her
that
my
own
interest
in
it
had
now
violently
taken
the
form
of
a
search
for
the
way
to
escape
from
it
.
I
encountered
her
on
the
ground
of
a
probability
that
with
recurrence
--
for
recurrence
we
took
for
granted
--
I
should
get
used
to
my
danger
,
distinctly
professing
that
my
personal
exposure
had
suddenly
become
the
least
of
my
discomforts
.
It
was
my
new
suspicion
that
was
intolerable
;
and
yet
even
to
this
complication
the
later
hours
of
the
day
had
brought
a
little
ease
.
On
leaving
her
,
after
my
first
outbreak
,
I
had
of
course
returned
to
my
pupils
,
associating
the
right
remedy
for
my
dismay
with
that
sense
of
their
charm
which
I
had
already
found
to
be
a
thing
I
could
positively
cultivate
and
which
had
never
failed
me
yet
.
I
had
simply
,
in
other
words
,
plunged
afresh
into
Flora
's
special
society
and
there
become
aware
--
it
was
almost
a
luxury
!
--
that
she
could
put
her
little
conscious
hand
straight
upon
the
spot
that
ached
.
She
had
looked
at
me
in
sweet
speculation
and
then
had
accused
me
to
my
face
of
having
"
cried
.
"
I
had
supposed
I
had
brushed
away
the
ugly
signs
:
but
I
could
literally
--
for
the
time
,
at
all
events
--
rejoice
,
under
this
fathomless
charity
,
that
they
had
not
entirely
disappeared
.
To
gaze
into
the
depths
of
blue
of
the
child
's
eyes
and
pronounce
their
loveliness
a
trick
of
premature
cunning
was
to
be
guilty
of
a
cynicism
in
preference
to
which
I
naturally
preferred
to
abjure
my
judgment
and
,
so
far
as
might
be
,
my
agitation
.
I
could
n't
abjure
for
merely
wanting
to
,
but
I
could
repeat
to
Mrs.
Grose
--
as
I
did
there
,
over
and
over
,
in
the
small
hours
--
that
with
their
voices
in
the
air
,
their
pressure
on
one
's
heart
,
and
their
fragrant
faces
against
one
's
cheek
,
everything
fell
to
the
ground
but
their
incapacity
and
their
beauty
.
It
was
a
pity
that
,
somehow
,
to
settle
this
once
for
all
,
I
had
equally
to
re-enumerate
the
signs
of
subtlety
that
,
in
the
afternoon
,
by
the
lake
had
made
a
miracle
of
my
show
of
self-possession
.
