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Chapter 2
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“Ofthemaster?”
“Ofwhoelse?”
TherewassoobviouslynooneelsethatthenextmomentIhadlostmyimpressionofherhavingaccidentallysaidmorethanshemeant;andImerelyaskedwhatIwantedtoknow.“Didsheseeanythingintheboy—?”
“Thatwasn’tright?Shenevertoldme.”
Ihadascruple,butIovercameit.“Wasshecareful—particular?”
Mrs.Groseappearedtotrytobeconscientious.“Aboutsomethings—yes.”
“Butnotaboutall?”
Againsheconsidered.“Well,miss—she’sgone.Iwon’ttelltales.”
“Iquiteunderstandyourfeeling,”Ihastenedtoreply;butIthoughtit,afteraninstant,notopposedtothisconcessiontopursue:“Didshediehere?”
“No—shewentoff.”
Idon’tknowwhattherewasinthisbrevityofMrs.Grose’sthatstruckmeasambiguous.“Wentofftodie?”Mrs.Groselookedstraightoutofthewindow,butIfeltthat,hypothetically,IhadarighttoknowwhatyoungpersonsengagedforBlywereexpectedtodo.“Shewastakenill,youmean,andwenthome?”
“Shewasnottakenill,sofarasappeared,inthishouse.Sheleftit,attheendoftheyear,togohome,asshesaid,forashortholiday,towhichthetimeshehadputinhadcertainlygivenheraright.Wehadthenayoungwoman—anursemaidwhohadstayedonandwhowasagoodgirlandclever;andshetookthechildrenaltogetherfortheinterval.Butouryoungladynevercameback,andattheverymomentIwasexpectingherIheardfromthemasterthatshewasdead.”
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