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           GroseIhadanimperative,analmostfrantic“Go,go!”beforewhich,ininfinitedistress,butmutelypossessedofthelittlegirlandclearlyconvinced,inspiteofherblindness,thatsomethingawfulhadoccurredandsomecollapseengulfedus,sheretreated,bythewaywehadcome,asfastasshecouldmove.

           OfwhatfirsthappenedwhenIwasleftaloneIhadnosubsequentmemory.Ionlyknewthatattheendof,Isuppose,aquarterofanhour,anodorousdampnessandroughness,chillingandpiercingmytrouble,hadmademeunderstandthatImusthavethrownmyself,onmyface,onthegroundandgivenwaytoawildnessofgrief.Imusthavelaintherelongandcriedandsobbed,forwhenIraisedmyheadthedaywasalmostdone.Igotupandlookedamoment,throughthetwilight,atthegraypoolanditsblank,hauntededge,andthenItook,backtothehouse,mydrearyanddifficultcourse.WhenIreachedthegateinthefencetheboat,tomysurprise,wasgone,sothatIhadafreshreflectiontomakeonFlora’sextraordinarycommandofthesituation.Shepassedthatnight,bythemosttacit,andIshouldadd,werenotthewordsogrotesqueafalsenote,thehappiestofarrangements,withMrs.Grose.Isawneitherofthemonmyreturn,but,ontheotherhand,asbyanambiguouscompensation,IsawagreatdealofMiles.Isaw—Icanusenootherphrase—somuchofhimthatitwasasifitweremorethanithadeverbeen