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"
The
fall
did
not
make
you
ill
;
what
did
,
then
?
"
pursued
Mr.
Lloyd
when
Bessie
was
gone
.
"
I
was
shut
up
in
a
room
where
there
is
a
ghost
till
after
dark
.
"
I
saw
Mr.
Lloyd
smile
and
frown
at
the
same
time
.
"
Ghost
!
What
,
you
are
a
baby
after
all
!
You
are
afraid
of
ghosts
?
"
"
Of
Mr.
Reed
's
ghost
I
am
:
he
died
in
that
room
,
and
was
laid
out
there
.
Neither
Bessie
nor
any
one
else
will
go
into
it
at
night
,
if
they
can
help
it
;
and
it
was
cruel
to
shut
me
up
alone
without
a
candle
,
--
so
cruel
that
I
think
I
shall
never
forget
it
.
"
"
Nonsense
!
And
is
it
that
makes
you
so
miserable
?
Are
you
afraid
now
in
daylight
?
"
"
No
:
but
night
will
come
again
before
long
:
and
besides
,
--
I
am
unhappy
,
--
very
unhappy
,
for
other
things
.
"
"
What
other
things
?
Can
you
tell
me
some
of
them
?
"
How
much
I
wished
to
reply
fully
to
this
question
!
How
difficult
it
was
to
frame
any
answer
!
Children
can
feel
,
but
they
can
not
analyse
their
feelings
;
and
if
the
analysis
is
partially
effected
in
thought
,
they
know
not
how
to
express
the
result
of
the
process
in
words
.
Fearful
,
however
,
of
losing
this
first
and
only
opportunity
of
relieving
my
grief
by
imparting
it
,
I
,
after
a
disturbed
pause
,
contrived
to
frame
a
meagre
,
though
,
as
far
as
it
went
,
true
response
.
"
For
one
thing
,
I
have
no
father
or
mother
,
brothers
or
sisters
.
"
