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"
Well
,
you
know
,
I
thought
someone
was
"
--
she
never
blanched
as
she
smiled
out
that
at
me
.
Oh
,
how
I
looked
at
her
now
!
"
And
did
you
see
anyone
?
"
"
Ah
,
no
!
"
she
returned
,
almost
with
the
full
privilege
of
childish
inconsequence
,
resentfully
,
though
with
a
long
sweetness
in
her
little
drawl
of
the
negative
.
At
that
moment
,
in
the
state
of
my
nerves
,
I
absolutely
believed
she
lied
;
and
if
I
once
more
closed
my
eyes
it
was
before
the
dazzle
of
the
three
or
four
possible
ways
in
which
I
might
take
this
up
.
One
of
these
,
for
a
moment
,
tempted
me
with
such
singular
intensity
that
,
to
withstand
it
,
I
must
have
gripped
my
little
girl
with
a
spasm
that
,
wonderfully
,
she
submitted
to
without
a
cry
or
a
sign
of
fright
.
Why
not
break
out
at
her
on
the
spot
and
have
it
all
over
?
--
give
it
to
her
straight
in
her
lovely
little
lighted
face
?
"
You
see
,
you
see
,
you
know
that
you
do
and
that
you
already
quite
suspect
I
believe
it
;
therefore
,
why
not
frankly
confess
it
to
me
,
so
that
we
may
at
least
live
with
it
together
and
learn
perhaps
,
in
the
strangeness
of
our
fate
,
where
we
are
and
what
it
means
?
"
This
solicitation
dropped
,
alas
,
as
it
came
:
if
I
could
immediately
have
succumbed
to
it
I
might
have
spared
myself
--
well
,
you
'll
see
what
.
Instead
of
succumbing
I
sprang
again
to
my
feet
,
looked
at
her
bed
,
and
took
a
helpless
middle
way
.
"
Why
did
you
pull
the
curtain
over
the
place
to
make
me
think
you
were
still
there
?
"
Flora
luminously
considered
;
after
which
,
with
her
little
divine
smile
:
"
Because
I
do
n't
like
to
frighten
you
!
"
"
But
if
I
had
,
by
your
idea
,
gone
out
--
?
"
She
absolutely
declined
to
be
puzzled
;
she
turned
her
eyes
to
the
flame
of
the
candle
as
if
the
question
were
as
irrelevant
,
or
at
any
rate
as
impersonal
,
as
Mrs.
Marcet
or
nine-times-nine
.
"
Oh
,
but
you
know
,
"
she
quite
adequately
answered
,
"
that
you
might
come
back
,
you
dear
,
and
that
you
have
!
"
And
after
a
little
,
when
she
had
got
into
bed
,
I
had
,
for
a
long
time
,
by
almost
sitting
on
her
to
hold
her
hand
,
to
prove
that
I
recognized
the
pertinence
of
my
return
.
You
may
imagine
the
general
complexion
,
from
that
moment
,
of
my
nights
.
I
repeatedly
sat
up
till
I
did
n't
know
when
;
I
selected
moments
when
my
roommate
unmistakably
slept
,
and
,
stealing
out
,
took
noiseless
turns
in
the
passage
and
even
pushed
as
far
as
to
where
I
had
last
met
Quint
.
But
I
never
met
him
there
again
;
and
I
may
as
well
say
at
once
that
I
on
no
other
occasion
saw
him
in
the
house
.
I
just
missed
,
on
the
staircase
,
on
the
other
hand
,
a
different
adventure
.
Looking
down
it
from
the
top
I
once
recognized
the
presence
of
a
woman
seated
on
one
of
the
lower
steps
with
her
back
presented
to
me
,
her
body
half-bowed
and
her
head
,
in
an
attitude
of
woe
,
in
her
hands
.
I
had
been
there
but
an
instant
,
however
,
when
she
vanished
without
looking
round
at
me
.
I
knew
,
nonetheless
,
exactly
what
dreadful
face
she
had
to
show
;
and
I
wondered
whether
,
if
instead
of
being
above
I
had
been
below
,
I
should
have
had
,
for
going
up
,
the
same
nerve
I
had
lately
shown
Quint
.
Well
,
there
continued
to
be
plenty
of
chance
for
nerve
.
On
the
eleventh
night
after
my
latest
encounter
with
that
gentleman
--
they
were
all
numbered
now
--
I
had
an
alarm
that
perilously
skirted
it
and
that
indeed
,
from
the
particular
quality
of
its
unexpectedness
,
proved
quite
my
sharpest
shock
.
It
was
precisely
the
first
night
during
this
series
that
,
weary
with
watching
,
I
had
felt
that
I
might
again
without
laxity
lay
myself
down
at
my
old
hour
.
I
slept
immediately
and
,
as
I
afterward
knew
,
till
about
one
o'clock
;
but
when
I
woke
it
was
to
sit
straight
up
,
as
completely
roused
as
if
a
hand
had
shook
me
.
