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Chapter 8
“Andifhewassobadthenasthatcomesto,howishesuchanangelnow?”
“Yes,indeed—andifhewasafiendatschool!How,how,how?Well,”Isaidinmytorment,“youmustputittomeagain,butIshallnotbeabletotellyouforsomedays.Only,putittomeagain!”Icriedinawaythatmademyfriendstare.“TherearedirectionsinwhichImustnotforthepresentletmyselfgo.”MeanwhileIreturnedtoherfirstexample—theonetowhichshehadjustpreviouslyreferred—oftheboy’shappycapacityforanoccasionalslip.“IfQuint—onyourremonstranceatthetimeyouspeakof—wasabasemenial,oneofthethingsMilessaidtoyou,Ifindmyselfguessing,wasthatyouwereanother.”AgainheradmissionwassoadequatethatIcontinued:“Andyouforgavehimthat?”
“Wouldn’tyou?”
“Oh,yes!”Andweexchangedthere,inthestillness,asoundoftheoddestamusement.ThenIwenton:“Atallevents,whilehewaswiththeman—”
“MissFlorawaswiththewoman.Itsuitedthemall!”
Itsuitedme,too,Ifelt,onlytoowell;bywhichImeanthatitsuitedexactlytheparticularlydeadlyviewIwasintheveryactofforbiddingmyselftoentertain.ButIsofarsucceededincheckingtheexpressionofthisviewthatIwillthrow,justhere,nofurtherlightonitthanmaybeofferedbythementionofmyfinalobservationtoMrs.Grose.“Hishavingliedandbeenimpudentare,Iconfess,lessengagingspecimensthanIhadhopedtohavefromyouoftheoutbreakinhimofthelittlenaturalman
