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"
You
opened
the
letter
?
"
"
I
opened
it
.
"
My
eyes
were
now
,
as
I
held
him
off
a
little
again
,
on
Miles
's
own
face
,
in
which
the
collapse
of
mockery
showed
me
how
complete
was
the
ravage
of
uneasiness
.
What
was
prodigious
was
that
at
last
,
by
my
success
,
his
sense
was
sealed
and
his
communication
stopped
:
he
knew
that
he
was
in
presence
,
but
knew
not
of
what
,
and
knew
still
less
that
I
also
was
and
that
I
did
know
.
And
what
did
this
strain
of
trouble
matter
when
my
eyes
went
back
to
the
window
only
to
see
that
the
air
was
clear
again
and
--
by
my
personal
triumph
--
the
influence
quenched
?
There
was
nothing
there
.
I
felt
that
the
cause
was
mine
and
that
I
should
surely
get
all
.
"
And
you
found
nothing
!
"
--
I
let
my
elation
out
.
He
gave
the
most
mournful
,
thoughtful
little
headshake
.
"
Nothing
.
"
"
Nothing
,
nothing
!
"
I
almost
shouted
in
my
joy
.
"
Nothing
,
nothing
,
"
he
sadly
repeated
.
I
kissed
his
forehead
;
it
was
drenched
.
"
So
what
have
you
done
with
it
?
"
"
I
've
burned
it
.
"
"
Burned
it
?
"
It
was
now
or
never
.
"
Is
that
what
you
did
at
school
?
"
