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"
I
scanned
all
the
visible
shore
while
Mrs.
Grose
took
again
,
into
the
queer
element
I
offered
her
,
one
of
her
plunges
of
submission
;
then
I
pointed
out
that
the
boat
might
perfectly
be
in
a
small
refuge
formed
by
one
of
the
recesses
of
the
pool
,
an
indentation
masked
,
for
the
hither
side
,
by
a
projection
of
the
bank
and
by
a
clump
of
trees
growing
close
to
the
water
.
"
But
if
the
boat
's
there
,
where
on
earth
's
she
?
"
my
colleague
anxiously
asked
.
"
That
's
exactly
what
we
must
learn
.
"
And
I
started
to
walk
further
.
"
By
going
all
the
way
round
?
"
"
Certainly
,
far
as
it
is
.
It
will
take
us
but
ten
minutes
,
but
it
's
far
enough
to
have
made
the
child
prefer
not
to
walk
.
She
went
straight
over
.
"
"
Laws
!
"
cried
my
friend
again
;
the
chain
of
my
logic
was
ever
too
much
for
her
.
It
dragged
her
at
my
heels
even
now
,
and
when
we
had
got
halfway
round
--
a
devious
,
tiresome
process
,
on
ground
much
broken
and
by
a
path
choked
with
overgrowth
--
I
paused
to
give
her
breath
.
I
sustained
her
with
a
grateful
arm
,
assuring
her
that
she
might
hugely
help
me
;
and
this
started
us
afresh
,
so
that
in
the
course
of
but
few
minutes
more
we
reached
a
point
from
which
we
found
the
boat
to
be
where
I
had
supposed
it
.
It
had
been
intentionally
left
as
much
as
possible
out
of
sight
and
was
tied
to
one
of
the
stakes
of
a
fence
that
came
,
just
there
,
down
to
the
brink
and
that
had
been
an
assistance
to
disembarking
.
I
recognized
,
as
I
looked
at
the
pair
of
short
,
thick
oars
,
quite
safely
drawn
up
,
the
prodigious
character
of
the
feat
for
a
little
girl
;
but
I
had
lived
,
by
this
time
,
too
long
among
wonders
and
had
panted
to
too
many
livelier
measures
.
There
was
a
gate
in
the
fence
,
through
which
we
passed
,
and
that
brought
us
,
after
a
trifling
interval
,
more
into
the
open
.
Then
,
"
There
she
is
!
"
we
both
exclaimed
at
once
.
Flora
,
a
short
way
off
,
stood
before
us
on
the
grass
and
smiled
as
if
her
performance
was
now
complete
.
The
next
thing
she
did
,
however
,
was
to
stoop
straight
down
and
pluck
--
quite
as
if
it
were
all
she
was
there
for
--
a
big
,
ugly
spray
of
withered
fern
.
I
instantly
became
sure
she
had
just
come
out
of
the
copse
.
She
waited
for
us
,
not
herself
taking
a
step
,
and
I
was
conscious
of
the
rare
solemnity
with
which
we
presently
approached
her
.
She
smiled
and
smiled
,
and
we
met
;
but
it
was
all
done
in
a
silence
by
this
time
flagrantly
ominous
.
Mrs.
Grose
was
the
first
to
break
the
spell
:
she
threw
herself
on
her
knees
and
,
drawing
the
child
to
her
breast
,
clasped
in
a
long
embrace
the
little
tender
,
yielding
body
.
While
this
dumb
convulsion
lasted
I
could
only
watch
it
--
which
I
did
the
more
intently
when
I
saw
Flora
's
face
peep
at
me
over
our
companion
's
shoulder
.
It
was
serious
now
--
the
flicker
had
left
it
;
but
it
strengthened
the
pang
with
which
I
at
that
moment
envied
Mrs.
Grose
the
simplicity
of
her
relation
.
Still
,
all
this
while
,
nothing
more
passed
between
us
save
that
Flora
had
let
her
foolish
fern
again
drop
to
the
ground
What
she
and
I
had
virtually
said
to
each
other
was
that
pretexts
were
useless
now
.
When
Mrs.
Grose
finally
got
up
she
kept
the
child
's
hand
,
so
that
the
two
were
still
before
me
;
and
the
singular
reticence
of
our
communion
was
even
more
marked
in
the
frank
look
she
launched
me
.
"
I
'll
be
hanged
,
"
it
said
,
"
if
I
'll
speak
!
"
It
was
Flora
who
,
gazing
all
over
me
in
candid
wonder
,
was
the
first
.
She
was
struck
with
our
bareheaded
aspect
.
"
Why
,
where
are
your
things
?
"
