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"
All
out
?
"
My
companion
stared
.
"
But
what
,
miss
?
"
"
Everything
.
It
does
n't
matter
.
I
've
made
up
my
mind
.
I
came
home
,
my
dear
,
"
I
went
on
,
"
for
a
talk
with
Miss
Jessel
.
"
I
had
by
this
time
formed
the
habit
of
having
Mrs.
Grose
literally
well
in
hand
in
advance
of
my
sounding
that
note
;
so
that
even
now
,
as
she
bravely
blinked
under
the
signal
of
my
word
,
I
could
keep
her
comparatively
firm
.
"
A
talk
!
Do
you
mean
she
spoke
?
"
"
It
came
to
that
.
I
found
her
,
on
my
return
,
in
the
schoolroom
.
"
"
And
what
did
she
say
?
"
I
can
hear
the
good
woman
still
,
and
the
candor
of
her
stupefaction
.
"
That
she
suffers
the
torments
--
!
"
It
was
this
,
of
a
truth
,
that
made
her
,
as
she
filled
out
my
picture
,
gape
.
"
Do
you
mean
,
"
she
faltered
,
"
--
of
the
lost
?
"
"
Of
the
lost
.
Of
the
damned
.
And
that
's
why
,
to
share
them
--
"
I
faltered
myself
with
the
horror
of
it
.
But
my
companion
,
with
less
imagination
,
kept
me
up
.
"
To
share
them
--
?
"
"
She
wants
Flora
.
"
Mrs.
Grose
might
,
as
I
gave
it
to
her
,
fairly
have
fallen
away
from
me
had
I
not
been
prepared
.
I
still
held
her
there
,
to
show
I
was
.
