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I
might
well
have
needed
that
,
for
with
this
hard
blow
of
the
proof
that
her
eyes
were
hopelessly
sealed
I
felt
my
own
situation
horribly
crumble
,
I
felt
--
I
saw
--
my
livid
predecessor
press
,
from
her
position
,
on
my
defeat
,
and
I
was
conscious
,
more
than
all
,
of
what
I
should
have
from
this
instant
to
deal
with
in
the
astounding
little
attitude
of
Flora
.
Into
this
attitude
Mrs.
Grose
immediately
and
violently
entered
,
breaking
,
even
while
there
pierced
through
my
sense
of
ruin
a
prodigious
private
triumph
,
into
breathless
reassurance
.
"
She
is
n't
there
,
little
lady
,
and
nobody
's
there
--
and
you
never
see
nothing
,
my
sweet
!
How
can
poor
Miss
Jessel
--
when
poor
Miss
Jessel
's
dead
and
buried
?
We
know
,
do
n't
we
,
love
?
"
--
and
she
appealed
,
blundering
in
,
to
the
child
.
"
It
's
all
a
mere
mistake
and
a
worry
and
a
joke
--
and
we
'll
go
home
as
fast
as
we
can
!
"
Our
companion
,
on
this
,
had
responded
with
a
strange
,
quick
primness
of
propriety
,
and
they
were
again
,
with
Mrs.
Grose
on
her
feet
,
united
,
as
it
were
,
in
pained
opposition
to
me
.
Flora
continued
to
fix
me
with
her
small
mask
of
reprobation
,
and
even
at
that
minute
I
prayed
God
to
forgive
me
for
seeming
to
see
that
,
as
she
stood
there
holding
tight
to
our
friend
's
dress
,
her
incomparable
childish
beauty
had
suddenly
failed
,
had
quite
vanished
.
I
've
said
it
already
--
she
was
literally
,
she
was
hideously
,
hard
;
she
had
turned
common
and
almost
ugly
.
"
I
do
n't
know
what
you
mean
.
I
see
nobody
.
I
see
nothing
.
I
never
have
.
I
think
you
're
cruel
.
I
do
n't
like
you
!
"
Then
,
after
this
deliverance
,
which
might
have
been
that
of
a
vulgarly
pert
little
girl
in
the
street
,
she
hugged
Mrs.
Grose
more
closely
and
buried
in
her
skirts
the
dreadful
little
face
.
In
this
position
she
produced
an
almost
furious
wail
.
"
Take
me
away
,
take
me
away
--
oh
,
take
me
away
from
her
!
"
"
From
me
?
"
I
panted
.
"
From
you
--
from
you
!
"
she
cried
.
Even
Mrs.
Grose
looked
across
at
me
dismayed
,
while
I
had
nothing
to
do
but
communicate
again
with
the
figure
that
,
on
the
opposite
bank
,
without
a
movement
,
as
rigidly
still
as
if
catching
,
beyond
the
interval
,
our
voices
,
was
as
vividly
there
for
my
disaster
as
it
was
not
there
for
my
service
.
The
wretched
child
had
spoken
exactly
as
if
she
had
got
from
some
outside
source
each
of
her
stabbing
little
words
,
and
I
could
therefore
,
in
the
full
despair
of
all
I
had
to
accept
,
but
sadly
shake
my
head
at
her
.
"
If
I
had
ever
doubted
,
all
my
doubt
would
at
present
have
gone
.
I
've
been
living
with
the
miserable
truth
,
and
now
it
has
only
too
much
closed
round
me
.
Of
course
I
've
lost
you
:
I
've
interfered
,
and
you
've
seen
--
under
her
dictation
"
--
with
which
I
faced
,
over
the
pool
again
,
our
infernal
witness
--
"
the
easy
and
perfect
way
to
meet
it
.
I
've
done
my
best
,
but
I
've
lost
you
.
Goodbye
.
"
For
Mrs.
Grose
I
had
an
imperative
,
an
almost
frantic
"
Go
,
go
!
"
before
which
,
in
infinite
distress
,
but
mutely
possessed
of
the
little
girl
and
clearly
convinced
,
in
spite
of
her
blindness
,
that
something
awful
had
occurred
and
some
collapse
engulfed
us
,
she
retreated
,
by
the
way
we
had
come
,
as
fast
as
she
could
move
.
Of
what
first
happened
when
I
was
left
alone
I
had
no
subsequent
memory
.
I
only
knew
that
at
the
end
of
,
I
suppose
,
a
quarter
of
an
hour
,
an
odorous
dampness
and
roughness
,
chilling
and
piercing
my
trouble
,
had
made
me
understand
that
I
must
have
thrown
myself
,
on
my
face
,
on
the
ground
and
given
way
to
a
wildness
of
grief
.
I
must
have
lain
there
long
and
cried
and
sobbed
,
for
when
I
raised
my
head
the
day
was
almost
done
.
I
got
up
and
looked
a
moment
,
through
the
twilight
,
at
the
gray
pool
and
its
blank
,
haunted
edge
,
and
then
I
took
,
back
to
the
house
,
my
dreary
and
difficult
course
.
When
I
reached
the
gate
in
the
fence
the
boat
,
to
my
surprise
,
was
gone
,
so
that
I
had
a
fresh
reflection
to
make
on
Flora
's
extraordinary
command
of
the
situation
.
She
passed
that
night
,
by
the
most
tacit
,
and
I
should
add
,
were
not
the
word
so
grotesque
a
false
note
,
the
happiest
of
arrangements
,
with
Mrs.
Grose
.
I
saw
neither
of
them
on
my
return
,
but
,
on
the
other
hand
,
as
by
an
ambiguous
compensation
,
I
saw
a
great
deal
of
Miles
.
I
saw
--
I
can
use
no
other
phrase
--
so
much
of
him
that
it
was
as
if
it
were
more
than
it
had
ever
been
No
evening
I
had
passed
at
Bly
had
the
portentous
quality
of
this
one
;
in
spite
of
which
--
and
in
spite
also
of
the
deeper
depths
of
consternation
that
had
opened
beneath
my
feet
--
there
was
literally
,
in
the
ebbing
actual
,
an
extraordinarily
sweet
sadness
.
On
reaching
the
house
I
had
never
so
much
as
looked
for
the
boy
;
I
had
simply
gone
straight
to
my
room
to
change
what
I
was
wearing
and
to
take
in
,
at
a
glance
,
much
material
testimony
to
Flora
's
rupture
.
Her
little
belongings
had
all
been
removed
.
When
later
,
by
the
schoolroom
fire
,
I
was
served
with
tea
by
the
usual
maid
,
I
indulged
,
on
the
article
of
my
other
pupil
,
in
no
inquiry
whatever
.
He
had
his
freedom
now
--
he
might
have
it
to
the
end
!
Well
,
he
did
have
it
;
and
it
consisted
--
in
part
at
least
--
of
his
coming
in
at
about
eight
o'clock
and
sitting
down
with
me
in
silence
.
On
the
removal
of
the
tea
things
I
had
blown
out
the
candles
and
drawn
my
chair
closer
:
I
was
conscious
of
a
mortal
coldness
and
felt
as
if
I
should
never
again
be
warm
.
So
,
when
he
appeared
,
I
was
sitting
in
the
glow
with
my
thoughts
.
He
paused
a
moment
by
the
door
as
if
to
look
at
me
;
then
--
as
if
to
share
them
--
came
to
the
other
side
of
the
hearth
and
sank
into
a
chair
.
We
sat
there
in
absolute
stillness
;
yet
he
wanted
,
I
felt
,
to
be
with
me
.
