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           Idon’tlikeyou!”Then,afterthisdeliverance,whichmighthavebeenthatofavulgarlypertlittlegirlinthestreet,shehuggedMrs.Grosemorecloselyandburiedinherskirtsthedreadfullittleface.Inthispositionsheproducedanalmostfuriouswail.“Takemeaway,takemeaway—oh,takemeawayfromher!”

           “Fromme?”Ipanted.

           “Fromyou—fromyou!”shecried.

           EvenMrs.Groselookedacrossatmedismayed,whileIhadnothingtodobutcommunicateagainwiththefigurethat,ontheoppositebank,withoutamovement,asrigidlystillasifcatching,beyondtheinterval,ourvoices,wasasvividlythereformydisasterasitwasnotthereformyservice.Thewretchedchildhadspokenexactlyasifshehadgotfromsomeoutsidesourceeachofherstabbinglittlewords,andIcouldtherefore,inthefulldespairofallIhadtoaccept,butsadlyshakemyheadather.“IfIhadeverdoubted,allmydoubtwouldatpresenthavegone.I’vebeenlivingwiththemiserabletruth,andnowithasonlytoomuchclosedroundme.OfcourseI’velostyou:I’veinterfered,andyou’veseen—underherdictation”—withwhichIfaced,overthepoolagain,ourinfernalwitness—“theeasyandperfectwaytomeetit.I’vedonemybest,butI’velostyou.Goodbye.”ForMrs.