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I
had
left
a
light
burning
,
but
it
was
now
out
,
and
I
felt
an
instant
certainty
that
Flora
had
extinguished
it
.
This
brought
me
to
my
feet
and
straight
,
in
the
darkness
,
to
her
bed
,
which
I
found
she
had
left
.
A
glance
at
the
window
enlightened
me
further
,
and
the
striking
of
a
match
completed
the
picture
.
The
child
had
again
got
up
--
this
time
blowing
out
the
taper
,
and
had
again
,
for
some
purpose
of
observation
or
response
,
squeezed
in
behind
the
blind
and
was
peering
out
into
the
night
.
That
she
now
saw
--
as
she
had
not
,
I
had
satisfied
myself
,
the
previous
time
--
was
proved
to
me
by
the
fact
that
she
was
disturbed
neither
by
my
reillumination
nor
by
the
haste
I
made
to
get
into
slippers
and
into
a
wrap
.
Hidden
,
protected
,
absorbed
,
she
evidently
rested
on
the
sill
--
the
casement
opened
forward
--
and
gave
herself
up
.
There
was
a
great
still
moon
to
help
her
,
and
this
fact
had
counted
in
my
quick
decision
.
She
was
face
to
face
with
the
apparition
we
had
met
at
the
lake
,
and
could
now
communicate
with
it
as
she
had
not
then
been
able
to
do
.
What
I
,
on
my
side
,
had
to
care
for
was
,
without
disturbing
her
,
to
reach
,
from
the
corridor
,
some
other
window
in
the
same
quarter
.
I
got
to
the
door
without
her
hearing
me
;
I
got
out
of
it
,
closed
it
,
and
listened
,
from
the
other
side
,
for
some
sound
from
her
.
While
I
stood
in
the
passage
I
had
my
eyes
on
her
brother
's
door
,
which
was
but
ten
steps
off
and
which
,
indescribably
,
produced
in
me
a
renewal
of
the
strange
impulse
that
I
lately
spoke
of
as
my
temptation
.
What
if
I
should
go
straight
in
and
march
to
his
window
?
--
what
if
,
by
risking
to
his
boyish
bewilderment
a
revelation
of
my
motive
,
I
should
throw
across
the
rest
of
the
mystery
the
long
halter
of
my
boldness
?
This
thought
held
me
sufficiently
to
make
me
cross
to
his
threshold
and
pause
again
.
I
preternaturally
listened
;
I
figured
to
myself
what
might
portentously
be
;
I
wondered
if
his
bed
were
also
empty
and
he
too
were
secretly
at
watch
.
It
was
a
deep
,
soundless
minute
,
at
the
end
of
which
my
impulse
failed
.
He
was
quiet
;
he
might
be
innocent
;
the
risk
was
hideous
;
I
turned
away
.
There
was
a
figure
in
the
grounds
--
a
figure
prowling
for
a
sight
,
the
visitor
with
whom
Flora
was
engaged
;
but
it
was
not
the
visitor
most
concerned
with
my
boy
.
I
hesitated
afresh
,
but
on
other
grounds
and
only
for
a
few
seconds
;
then
I
had
made
my
choice
.
There
were
empty
rooms
at
Bly
,
and
it
was
only
a
question
of
choosing
the
right
one
.
The
right
one
suddenly
presented
itself
to
me
as
the
lower
one
--
though
high
above
the
gardens
--
in
the
solid
corner
of
the
house
that
I
have
spoken
of
as
the
old
tower
.
This
was
a
large
,
square
chamber
,
arranged
with
some
state
as
a
bedroom
,
the
extravagant
size
of
which
made
it
so
inconvenient
that
it
had
not
for
years
,
though
kept
by
Mrs.
Grose
in
exemplary
order
,
been
occupied
.
I
had
often
admired
it
and
I
knew
my
way
about
in
it
;
I
had
only
,
after
just
faltering
at
the
first
chill
gloom
of
its
disuse
,
to
pass
across
it
and
unbolt
as
quietly
as
I
could
one
of
the
shutters
Achieving
this
transit
,
I
uncovered
the
glass
without
a
sound
and
,
applying
my
face
to
the
pane
,
was
able
,
the
darkness
without
being
much
less
than
within
,
to
see
that
I
commanded
the
right
direction
.
Then
I
saw
something
more
.
The
moon
made
the
night
extraordinarily
penetrable
and
showed
me
on
the
lawn
a
person
,
diminished
by
distance
,
who
stood
there
motionless
and
as
if
fascinated
,
looking
up
to
where
I
had
appeared
--
looking
,
that
is
,
not
so
much
straight
at
me
as
at
something
that
was
apparently
above
me
.
There
was
clearly
another
person
above
me
--
there
was
a
person
on
the
tower
;
but
the
presence
on
the
lawn
was
not
in
the
least
what
I
had
conceived
and
had
confidently
hurried
to
meet
.
The
presence
on
the
lawn
--
I
felt
sick
as
I
made
it
out
--
was
poor
little
Miles
himself
.
It
was
not
till
late
next
day
that
I
spoke
to
Mrs.
Grose
;
the
rigor
with
which
I
kept
my
pupils
in
sight
making
it
often
difficult
to
meet
her
privately
,
and
the
more
as
we
each
felt
the
importance
of
not
provoking
--
on
the
part
of
the
servants
quite
as
much
as
on
that
of
the
children
--
any
suspicion
of
a
secret
flurry
or
that
of
a
discussion
of
mysteries
.
I
drew
a
great
security
in
this
particular
from
her
mere
smooth
aspect
.
There
was
nothing
in
her
fresh
face
to
pass
on
to
others
my
horrible
confidences
.
She
believed
me
,
I
was
sure
,
absolutely
:
if
she
had
n't
I
do
n't
know
what
would
have
become
of
me
,
for
I
could
n't
have
borne
the
business
alone
.
But
she
was
a
magnificent
monument
to
the
blessing
of
a
want
of
imagination
,
and
if
she
could
see
in
our
little
charges
nothing
but
their
beauty
and
amiability
,
their
happiness
and
cleverness
,
she
had
no
direct
communication
with
the
sources
of
my
trouble
.
If
they
had
been
at
all
visibly
blighted
or
battered
,
she
would
doubtless
have
grown
,
on
tracing
it
back
,
haggard
enough
to
match
them
;
as
matters
stood
,
however
,
I
could
feel
her
,
when
she
surveyed
them
,
with
her
large
white
arms
folded
and
the
habit
of
serenity
in
all
her
look
,
thank
the
Lord
's
mercy
that
if
they
were
ruined
the
pieces
would
still
serve
.
Flights
of
fancy
gave
place
,
in
her
mind
,
to
a
steady
fireside
glow
,
and
I
had
already
begun
to
perceive
how
,
with
the
development
of
the
conviction
that
--
as
time
went
on
without
a
public
accident
--
our
young
things
could
,
after
all
,
look
out
for
themselves
,
she
addressed
her
greatest
solicitude
to
the
sad
case
presented
by
their
instructress
.
That
,
for
myself
,
was
a
sound
simplification
:
I
could
engage
that
,
to
the
world
,
my
face
should
tell
no
tales
,
but
it
would
have
been
,
in
the
conditions
,
an
immense
added
strain
to
find
myself
anxious
about
hers
.
At
the
hour
I
now
speak
of
she
had
joined
me
,
under
pressure
,
on
the
terrace
,
where
,
with
the
lapse
of
the
season
,
the
afternoon
sun
was
now
agreeable
;
and
we
sat
there
together
while
,
before
us
,
at
a
distance
,
but
within
call
if
we
wished
,
the
children
strolled
to
and
fro
in
one
of
their
most
manageable
moods
.
They
moved
slowly
,
in
unison
,
below
us
,
over
the
lawn
,
the
boy
,
as
they
went
,
reading
aloud
from
a
storybook
and
passing
his
arm
round
his
sister
to
keep
her
quite
in
touch
.
Mrs.
Grose
watched
them
with
positive
placidity
;
then
I
caught
the
suppressed
intellectual
creak
with
which
she
conscientiously
turned
to
take
from
me
a
view
of
the
back
of
the
tapestry
.
I
had
made
her
a
receptacle
of
lurid
things
,
but
there
was
an
odd
recognition
of
my
superiority
--
my
accomplishments
and
my
function
--
in
her
patience
under
my
pain
.
She
offered
her
mind
to
my
disclosures
as
,
had
I
wished
to
mix
a
witch
's
broth
and
proposed
it
with
assurance
,
she
would
have
held
out
a
large
clean
saucepan
.
This
had
become
thoroughly
her
attitude
by
the
time
that
,
in
my
recital
of
the
events
of
the
night
,
I
reached
the
point
of
what
Miles
had
said
to
me
when
,
after
seeing
him
,
at
such
a
monstrous
hour
,
almost
on
the
very
spot
where
he
happened
now
to
be
,
I
had
gone
down
to
bring
him
in
;
choosing
then
,
at
the
window
,
with
a
concentrated
need
of
not
alarming
the
house
,
rather
that
method
than
a
signal
more
resonant
.
I
had
left
her
meanwhile
in
little
doubt
of
my
small
hope
of
representing
with
success
even
to
her
actual
sympathy
my
sense
of
the
real
splendor
of
the
little
inspiration
with
which
,
after
I
had
got
him
into
the
house
,
the
boy
met
my
final
articulate
challenge
.
As
soon
as
I
appeared
in
the
moonlight
on
the
terrace
,
he
had
come
to
me
as
straight
as
possible
;
on
which
I
had
taken
his
hand
without
a
word
and
led
him
,
through
the
dark
spaces
,
up
the
staircase
where
Quint
had
so
hungrily
hovered
for
him
,
along
the
lobby
where
I
had
listened
and
trembled
,
and
so
to
his
forsaken
room
.
Not
a
sound
,
on
the
way
,
had
passed
between
us
,
and
I
had
wondered
--
oh
,
how
I
had
wondered
!
--
if
he
were
groping
about
in
his
little
mind
for
something
plausible
and
not
too
grotesque
.
It
would
tax
his
invention
,
certainly
,
and
I
felt
,
this
time
,
over
his
real
embarrassment
,
a
curious
thrill
of
triumph
.
It
was
a
sharp
trap
for
the
inscrutable
!
He
could
n't
play
any
longer
at
innocence
;
so
how
the
deuce
would
he
get
out
of
it
?
There
beat
in
me
indeed
,
with
the
passionate
throb
of
this
question
an
equal
dumb
appeal
as
to
how
the
deuce
I
should
.
