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"
What
I
suppose
?
I
am
at
a
loss
to
conjecture
.
"
"
Yes
,
but
tell
me
what
is
in
your
mind
?
"
Upon
this
the
visitor
had
to
confess
herself
nonplussed
;
for
,
though
capable
of
growing
hysterical
,
she
was
incapable
of
propounding
any
rational
theory
.
Consequently
she
felt
the
more
that
she
needed
tender
comfort
and
advice
.
"
Then
THIS
is
what
I
think
about
the
dead
souls
,
"
said
the
hostess
.
Instantly
the
guest
pricked
up
her
ears
(
or
,
rather
,
they
pricked
themselves
up
)
and
straightened
herself
and
became
,
somehow
,
more
modish
,
and
,
despite
her
not
inconsiderable
weight
,
posed
herself
to
look
like
a
piece
of
thistledown
floating
on
the
breeze
.
"
The
dead
souls
,
"
began
the
hostess
.
"
Are
what
,
are
what
?
"
inquired
the
guest
in
great
excitement
.
"
Are
,
are
--
"
"
Tell
me
,
tell
me
,
for
heaven
's
sake
!
"
"
They
are
an
invention
to
conceal
something
else
.
The
man
's
real
object
is
,
is
--
TO
ABDUCT
THE
GOVERNOR
'S
DAUGHTER
.
"
