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"
Well
,
then
,
finish
it
!
"
I
waited
a
minute
.
"
What
happened
before
?
"
He
gazed
up
at
me
again
.
"
Before
what
?
"
"
Before
you
came
back
.
And
before
you
went
away
.
"
For
some
time
he
was
silent
,
but
he
continued
to
meet
my
eyes
"
What
happened
?
"
It
made
me
,
the
sound
of
the
words
,
in
which
it
seemed
to
me
that
I
caught
for
the
very
first
time
a
small
faint
quaver
of
consenting
consciousness
--
it
made
me
drop
on
my
knees
beside
the
bed
and
seize
once
more
the
chance
of
possessing
him
.
"
Dear
little
Miles
,
dear
little
Miles
,
if
you
knew
how
I
want
to
help
you
!
It
's
only
that
,
it
's
nothing
but
that
,
and
I
'd
rather
die
than
give
you
a
pain
or
do
you
a
wrong
--
I
'd
rather
die
than
hurt
a
hair
of
you
.
Dear
little
Miles
"
--
oh
,
I
brought
it
out
now
even
if
I
should
go
too
far
--
"
I
just
want
you
to
help
me
to
save
you
!
"
But
I
knew
in
a
moment
after
this
that
I
had
gone
too
far
.
The
answer
to
my
appeal
was
instantaneous
,
but
it
came
in
the
form
of
an
extraordinary
blast
and
chill
,
a
gust
of
frozen
air
,
and
a
shake
of
the
room
as
great
as
if
,
in
the
wild
wind
,
the
casement
had
crashed
in
.
The
boy
gave
a
loud
,
high
shriek
,
which
,
lost
in
the
rest
of
the
shock
of
sound
,
might
have
seemed
,
indistinctly
,
though
I
was
so
close
to
him
,
a
note
either
of
jubilation
or
of
terror
.
I
jumped
to
my
feet
again
and
was
conscious
of
darkness
.
So
for
a
moment
we
remained
,
while
I
stared
about
me
and
saw
that
the
drawn
curtains
were
unstirred
and
the
window
tight
.
"
Why
,
the
candle
's
out
!
"
I
then
cried
.
"
It
was
I
who
blew
it
,
dear
!
"
said
Miles
.
The
next
day
,
after
lessons
,
Mrs.
Grose
found
a
moment
to
say
to
me
quietly
:
"
Have
you
written
,
miss
?
"
"
Yes
--
I
've
written
.
"
But
I
did
n't
add
--
for
the
hour
--
that
my
letter
,
sealed
and
directed
,
was
still
in
my
pocket
.
There
would
be
time
enough
to
send
it
before
the
messenger
should
go
to
the
village
.
Meanwhile
there
had
been
,
on
the
part
of
my
pupils
,
no
more
brilliant
,
more
exemplary
morning
.
It
was
exactly
as
if
they
had
both
had
at
heart
to
gloss
over
any
recent
little
friction
.
They
performed
the
dizziest
feats
of
arithmetic
,
soaring
quite
out
of
my
feeble
range
,
and
perpetrated
,
in
higher
spirits
than
ever
,
geographical
and
historical
jokes
.
It
was
conspicuous
of
course
in
Miles
in
particular
that
he
appeared
to
wish
to
show
how
easily
he
could
let
me
down
.
This
child
,
to
my
memory
,
really
lives
in
a
setting
of
beauty
and
misery
that
no
words
can
translate
;
there
was
a
distinction
all
his
own
in
every
impulse
he
revealed
;
never
was
a
small
natural
creature
,
to
the
uninitiated
eye
all
frankness
and
freedom
,
a
more
ingenious
,
a
more
extraordinary
little
gentleman
.
I
had
perpetually
to
guard
against
the
wonder
of
contemplation
into
which
my
initiated
view
betrayed
me
;
to
check
the
irrelevant
gaze
and
discouraged
sigh
in
which
I
constantly
both
attacked
and
renounced
the
enigma
of
what
such
a
little
gentleman
could
have
done
that
deserved
a
penalty
.
Say
that
,
by
the
dark
prodigy
I
knew
,
the
imagination
of
all
evil
had
been
opened
up
to
him
:
all
the
justice
within
me
ached
for
the
proof
that
it
could
ever
have
flowered
into
an
act
.
