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"
Where
yours
are
,
my
dear
!
"
I
promptly
returned
.
She
had
already
got
back
her
gaiety
,
and
appeared
to
take
this
as
an
answer
quite
sufficient
.
"
And
where
's
Miles
?
"
she
went
on
.
There
was
something
in
the
small
valor
of
it
that
quite
finished
me
:
these
three
words
from
her
were
,
in
a
flash
like
the
glitter
of
a
drawn
blade
,
the
jostle
of
the
cup
that
my
hand
,
for
weeks
and
weeks
,
had
held
high
and
full
to
the
brim
that
now
,
even
before
speaking
,
I
felt
overflow
in
a
deluge
.
"
I
'll
tell
you
if
you
'll
tell
me
--
"
I
heard
myself
say
,
then
heard
the
tremor
in
which
it
broke
.
"
Well
,
what
?
"
Mrs.
Grose
's
suspense
blazed
at
me
,
but
it
was
too
late
now
,
and
I
brought
the
thing
out
handsomely
.
"
Where
,
my
pet
,
is
Miss
Jessel
?
"
Just
as
in
the
churchyard
with
Miles
,
the
whole
thing
was
upon
us
.
Much
as
I
had
made
of
the
fact
that
this
name
had
never
once
,
between
us
,
been
sounded
,
the
quick
,
smitten
glare
with
which
the
child
's
face
now
received
it
fairly
likened
my
breach
of
the
silence
to
the
smash
of
a
pane
of
glass
.
It
added
to
the
interposing
cry
,
as
if
to
stay
the
blow
,
that
Mrs.
Grose
,
at
the
same
instant
,
uttered
over
my
violence
--
the
shriek
of
a
creature
scared
,
or
rather
wounded
,
which
,
in
turn
,
within
a
few
seconds
,
was
completed
by
a
gasp
of
my
own
.
I
seized
my
colleague
's
arm
.
"
She
's
there
,
she
's
there
!
"
Miss
Jessel
stood
before
us
on
the
opposite
bank
exactly
as
she
had
stood
the
other
time
,
and
I
remember
,
strangely
,
as
the
first
feeling
now
produced
in
me
,
my
thrill
of
joy
at
having
brought
on
a
proof
.
She
was
there
,
and
I
was
justified
;
she
was
there
,
and
I
was
neither
cruel
nor
mad
.
She
was
there
for
poor
scared
Mrs.
Grose
,
but
she
was
there
most
for
Flora
;
and
no
moment
of
my
monstrous
time
was
perhaps
so
extraordinary
as
that
in
which
I
consciously
threw
out
to
her
--
with
the
sense
that
,
pale
and
ravenous
demon
as
she
was
,
she
would
catch
and
understand
it
--
an
inarticulate
message
of
gratitude
.
She
rose
erect
on
the
spot
my
friend
and
I
had
lately
quitted
,
and
there
was
not
,
in
all
the
long
reach
of
her
desire
,
an
inch
of
her
evil
that
fell
short
.
This
first
vividness
of
vision
and
emotion
were
things
of
a
few
seconds
,
during
which
Mrs.
Grose
's
dazed
blink
across
to
where
I
pointed
struck
me
as
a
sovereign
sign
that
she
too
at
last
saw
,
just
as
it
carried
my
own
eyes
precipitately
to
the
child
.
The
revelation
then
of
the
manner
in
which
Flora
was
affected
startled
me
,
in
truth
,
far
more
than
it
would
have
done
to
find
her
also
merely
agitated
,
for
direct
dismay
was
of
course
not
what
I
had
expected
.
Prepared
and
on
her
guard
as
our
pursuit
had
actually
made
her
,
she
would
repress
every
betrayal
;
and
I
was
therefore
shaken
,
on
the
spot
,
by
my
first
glimpse
of
the
particular
one
for
which
I
had
not
allowed
.
To
see
her
,
without
a
convulsion
of
her
small
pink
face
,
not
even
feign
to
glance
in
the
direction
of
the
prodigy
I
announced
,
but
only
,
instead
of
that
,
turn
at
me
an
expression
of
hard
,
still
gravity
,
an
expression
absolutely
new
and
unprecedented
and
that
appeared
to
read
and
accuse
and
judge
me
--
this
was
a
stroke
that
somehow
converted
the
little
girl
herself
into
the
very
presence
that
could
make
me
quail
.
I
quailed
even
though
my
certitude
that
she
thoroughly
saw
was
never
greater
than
at
that
instant
,
and
in
the
immediate
need
to
defend
myself
I
called
it
passionately
to
witness
.
"
She
's
there
,
you
little
unhappy
thing
--
there
,
there
,
there
,
and
you
see
her
as
well
as
you
see
me
!
"
I
had
said
shortly
before
to
Mrs.
Grose
that
she
was
not
at
these
times
a
child
,
but
an
old
,
old
woman
,
and
that
description
of
her
could
not
have
been
more
strikingly
confirmed
than
in
the
way
in
which
,
for
all
answer
to
this
,
she
simply
showed
me
,
without
a
concession
,
an
admission
,
of
her
eyes
,
a
countenance
of
deeper
and
deeper
,
of
indeed
suddenly
quite
fixed
,
reprobation
.
I
was
by
this
time
--
if
I
can
put
the
whole
thing
at
all
together
--
more
appalled
at
what
I
may
properly
call
her
manner
than
at
anything
else
,
though
it
was
simultaneously
with
this
that
I
became
aware
of
having
Mrs.
Grose
also
,
and
very
formidably
,
to
reckon
with
.
My
elder
companion
,
the
next
moment
,
at
any
rate
,
blotted
out
everything
but
her
own
flushed
face
and
her
loud
,
shocked
protest
,
a
burst
of
high
disapproval
.
"
What
a
dreadful
turn
,
to
be
sure
,
miss
!
Where
on
earth
do
you
see
anything
?
"
I
could
only
grasp
her
more
quickly
yet
,
for
even
while
she
spoke
the
hideous
plain
presence
stood
undimmed
and
undaunted
.
It
had
already
lasted
a
minute
,
and
it
lasted
while
I
continued
,
seizing
my
colleague
,
quite
thrusting
her
at
it
and
presenting
her
to
it
,
to
insist
with
my
pointing
hand
.
"
You
do
n't
see
her
exactly
as
we
see
?
--
you
mean
to
say
you
do
n't
now
--
now
?
She
's
as
big
as
a
blazing
fire
!
Only
look
,
dearest
woman
,
look
--
!
"
She
looked
,
even
as
I
did
,
and
gave
me
,
with
her
deep
groan
of
negation
,
repulsion
,
compassion
--
the
mixture
with
her
pity
of
her
relief
at
her
exemption
--
a
sense
,
touching
to
me
even
then
,
that
she
would
have
backed
me
up
if
she
could
.
