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Chapter 6
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Itookthisinstillmorethan,probably,Ishowed.“Youweren’tafraidofanythingelse?Notofhiseffect—?”
“Hiseffect?”sherepeatedwithafaceofanguishandwaitingwhileIfaltered.
“Oninnocentlittlepreciouslives.Theywereinyourcharge.”
“No,theywerenotinmine!”sheroundlyanddistressfullyreturned.“Themasterbelievedinhimandplacedhimherebecausehewassupposednottobewellandthecountryairsogoodforhim.Sohehadeverythingtosay.Yes”—sheletmehaveit—“evenaboutthem.”
“Them—thatcreature?”Ihadtosmotherakindofhowl.“Andyoucouldbearit!”
“No.Icouldn’t—andIcan’tnow!”Andthepoorwomanburstintotears.
Arigidcontrol,fromthenextday,was,asIhavesaid,tofollowthem;yethowoftenandhowpassionately,foraweek,wecamebacktogethertothesubject!MuchaswehaddiscusseditthatSundaynight,Iwas,intheimmediatelaterhoursinespecial—foritmaybeimaginedwhetherIslept—stillhauntedwiththeshadowofsomethingshehadnottoldme.Imyselfhadkeptbacknothing,buttherewasawordMrs.Grosehadkeptback.Iwassure,moreover,bymorning,thatthiswasnotfromafailureoffrankness,butbecauseoneverysidetherewerefears.Itseemstomeindeed,inretrospect,thatbythetimethemorrow’ssunwashighIhadrestlesslyreadintothefactbeforeusalmostallthemeaningtheyweretoreceivefromsubsequentandmorecrueloccurrences.
