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Chapter 11
Iwasconfrontedatlast,asneveryet,withalltheriskattachedevennowtosoundingmyownhorridnote.Irememberinfactthataswepushedintohislittlechamber,wherethebedhadnotbeensleptinatallandthewindow,uncoveredtothemoonlight,madetheplacesoclearthattherewasnoneedofstrikingamatch—IrememberhowIsuddenlydropped,sankupontheedgeofthebedfromtheforceoftheideathathemustknowhowhereally,astheysay,“had”me.Hecoulddowhatheliked,withallhisclevernesstohelphim,solongasIshouldcontinuetodefertotheoldtraditionofthecriminalityofthosecaretakersoftheyoungwhoministertosuperstitionsandfears.He“had”meindeed,andinacleftstick;forwhowouldeverabsolveme,whowouldconsentthatIshouldgounhung,if,bythefaintesttremorofanoverture,Iwerethefirsttointroduceintoourperfectintercourseanelementsodire?No,no:itwasuselesstoattempttoconveytoMrs.Grose,justasitisscarcelylesssotoattempttosuggesthere,how,inourshort,stiffbrushinthedark,hefairlyshookmewithadmiration.Iwasofcoursethoroughlykindandmerciful;never,neveryethadIplacedonhislittleshouldershandsofsuchtendernessasthosewithwhich,whileIrestedagainstthebed,Iheldhimtherewellunderfire.Ihadnoalternativebut,informatleast,toputittohim.
“Youmusttellmenow—andallthetruth.