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And
then
my
mind
made
its
first
earnest
effort
to
comprehend
what
had
been
infused
into
it
concerning
heaven
and
hell
;
and
for
the
first
time
it
recoiled
,
baffled
;
and
for
the
first
time
glancing
behind
,
on
each
side
,
and
before
it
,
it
saw
all
round
an
unfathomed
gulf
:
it
felt
the
one
point
where
it
stood
--
the
present
;
all
the
rest
was
formless
cloud
and
vacant
depth
;
and
it
shuddered
at
the
thought
of
tottering
,
and
plunging
amid
that
chaos
.
While
pondering
this
new
idea
,
I
heard
the
front
door
open
;
Mr.
Bates
came
out
,
and
with
him
was
a
nurse
.
After
she
had
seen
him
mount
his
horse
and
depart
,
she
was
about
to
close
the
door
,
but
I
ran
up
to
her
.
"
How
is
Helen
Burns
?
"
"
Very
poorly
,
"
was
the
answer
.
"
Is
it
her
Mr.
Bates
has
been
to
see
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
what
does
he
say
about
her
?
"
"
He
says
she
'll
not
be
here
long
.
"
This
phrase
,
uttered
in
my
hearing
yesterday
,
would
have
only
conveyed
the
notion
that
she
was
about
to
be
removed
to
Northumberland
,
to
her
own
home
.
I
should
not
have
suspected
that
it
meant
she
was
dying
;
but
I
knew
instantly
now
!
It
opened
clear
on
my
comprehension
that
Helen
Burns
was
numbering
her
last
days
in
this
world
,
and
that
she
was
going
to
be
taken
to
the
region
of
spirits
,
if
such
region
there
were
.
I
experienced
a
shock
of
horror
,
then
a
strong
thrill
of
grief
,
then
a
desire
--
a
necessity
to
see
her
;
and
I
asked
in
what
room
she
lay
.
"
She
is
in
Miss
Temple
's
room
,
"
said
the
nurse
.
"
May
I
go
up
and
speak
to
her
?
"
