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"
What
I
suppose
I
sometimes
said
.
To
write
home
.
"
I
ca
n't
name
the
exquisite
pathos
of
the
contradiction
given
to
such
a
speech
by
such
a
speaker
;
I
only
know
that
the
next
instant
I
heard
myself
throw
off
with
homely
force
:
"
Stuff
and
nonsense
!
"
But
the
next
after
that
I
must
have
sounded
stern
enough
.
"
What
were
these
things
?
"
My
sternness
was
all
for
his
judge
,
his
executioner
;
yet
it
made
him
avert
himself
again
,
and
that
movement
made
me
,
with
a
single
bound
and
an
irrepressible
cry
,
spring
straight
upon
him
.
For
there
again
,
against
the
glass
,
as
if
to
blight
his
confession
and
stay
his
answer
,
was
the
hideous
author
of
our
woe
--
the
white
face
of
damnation
.
I
felt
a
sick
swim
at
the
drop
of
my
victory
and
all
the
return
of
my
battle
,
so
that
the
wildness
of
my
veritable
leap
only
served
as
a
great
betrayal
.
I
saw
him
,
from
the
midst
of
my
act
,
meet
it
with
a
divination
,
and
on
the
perception
that
even
now
he
only
guessed
,
and
that
the
window
was
still
to
his
own
eyes
free
,
I
let
the
impulse
flame
up
to
convert
the
climax
of
his
dismay
into
the
very
proof
of
his
liberation
.
"
No
more
,
no
more
,
no
more
!
"
I
shrieked
,
as
I
tried
to
press
him
against
me
,
to
my
visitant
.
"
Is
she
here
?
"
Miles
panted
as
he
caught
with
his
sealed
eyes
the
direction
of
my
words
.
Then
as
his
strange
"
she
"
staggered
me
and
,
with
a
gasp
,
I
echoed
it
,
"
Miss
Jessel
,
Miss
Jessel
!
"
he
with
a
sudden
fury
gave
me
back
.
I
seized
,
stupefied
,
his
supposition
--
some
sequel
to
what
we
had
done
to
Flora
,
but
this
made
me
only
want
to
show
him
that
it
was
better
still
than
that
"
It
's
not
Miss
Jessel
!
But
it
's
at
the
window
--
straight
before
us
.
It
's
there
--
the
coward
horror
,
there
for
the
last
time
!
"
At
this
,
after
a
second
in
which
his
head
made
the
movement
of
a
baffled
dog
's
on
a
scent
and
then
gave
a
frantic
little
shake
for
air
and
light
,
he
was
at
me
in
a
white
rage
,
bewildered
,
glaring
vainly
over
the
place
and
missing
wholly
,
though
it
now
,
to
my
sense
,
filled
the
room
like
the
taste
of
poison
,
the
wide
,
overwhelming
presence
.
"
It
's
he
?
"
I
was
so
determined
to
have
all
my
proof
that
I
flashed
into
ice
to
challenge
him
.
"
Whom
do
you
mean
by
'
he
'
?
"
"
Peter
Quint
--
you
devil
!
"
His
face
gave
again
,
round
the
room
,
its
convulsed
supplication
.
"
Where
?
"
