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He
had
at
any
rate
his
freedom
now
;
I
was
never
to
touch
it
again
;
as
I
had
amply
shown
,
moreover
,
when
,
on
his
joining
me
in
the
schoolroom
the
previous
night
,
I
had
uttered
,
on
the
subject
of
the
interval
just
concluded
,
neither
challenge
nor
hint
.
I
had
too
much
,
from
this
moment
,
my
other
ideas
.
Yet
when
he
at
last
arrived
,
the
difficulty
of
applying
them
,
the
accumulations
of
my
problem
,
were
brought
straight
home
to
me
by
the
beautiful
little
presence
on
which
what
had
occurred
had
as
yet
,
for
the
eye
,
dropped
neither
stain
nor
shadow
.
To
mark
,
for
the
house
,
the
high
state
I
cultivated
I
decreed
that
my
meals
with
the
boy
should
be
served
,
as
we
called
it
,
downstairs
;
so
that
I
had
been
awaiting
him
in
the
ponderous
pomp
of
the
room
outside
of
the
window
of
which
I
had
had
from
Mrs.
Grose
,
that
first
scared
Sunday
,
my
flash
of
something
it
would
scarce
have
done
to
call
light
.
Here
at
present
I
felt
afresh
--
for
I
had
felt
it
again
and
again
--
how
my
equilibrium
depended
on
the
success
of
my
rigid
will
,
the
will
to
shut
my
eyes
as
tight
as
possible
to
the
truth
that
what
I
had
to
deal
with
was
,
revoltingly
,
against
nature
.
I
could
only
get
on
at
all
by
taking
"
nature
"
into
my
confidence
and
my
account
,
by
treating
my
monstrous
ordeal
as
a
push
in
a
direction
unusual
,
of
course
,
and
unpleasant
,
but
demanding
,
after
all
,
for
a
fair
front
,
only
another
turn
of
the
screw
of
ordinary
human
virtue
.
No
attempt
,
nonetheless
,
could
well
require
more
tact
than
just
this
attempt
to
supply
,
one
's
self
,
all
the
nature
.
How
could
I
put
even
a
little
of
that
article
into
a
suppression
of
reference
to
what
had
occurred
?
How
,
on
the
other
hand
,
could
I
make
reference
without
a
new
plunge
into
the
hideous
obscure
?
Well
,
a
sort
of
answer
,
after
a
time
,
had
come
to
me
,
and
it
was
so
far
confirmed
as
that
I
was
met
,
incontestably
,
by
the
quickened
vision
of
what
was
rare
in
my
little
companion
.
It
was
indeed
as
if
he
had
found
even
now
--
as
he
had
so
often
found
at
lessons
--
still
some
other
delicate
way
to
ease
me
off
.
Was
n't
there
light
in
the
fact
which
,
as
we
shared
our
solitude
,
broke
out
with
a
specious
glitter
it
had
never
yet
quite
worn
?
--
the
fact
that
(
opportunity
aiding
,
precious
opportunity
which
had
now
come
)
it
would
be
preposterous
,
with
a
child
so
endowed
,
to
forego
the
help
one
might
wrest
from
absolute
intelligence
?
What
had
his
intelligence
been
given
him
for
but
to
save
him
?
Might
n't
one
,
to
reach
his
mind
,
risk
the
stretch
of
an
angular
arm
over
his
character
?
It
was
as
if
,
when
we
were
face
to
face
in
the
dining
room
,
he
had
literally
shown
me
the
way
.
The
roast
mutton
was
on
the
table
,
and
I
had
dispensed
with
attendance
.
Miles
,
before
he
sat
down
,
stood
a
moment
with
his
hands
in
his
pockets
and
looked
at
the
joint
,
on
which
he
seemed
on
the
point
of
passing
some
humorous
judgment
.
But
what
he
presently
produced
was
:
"
I
say
,
my
dear
,
is
she
really
very
awfully
ill
?
"
"
Little
Flora
?
Not
so
bad
but
that
she
'll
presently
be
better
.
London
will
set
her
up
.
Bly
had
ceased
to
agree
with
her
.
Come
here
and
take
your
mutton
.
"
He
alertly
obeyed
me
,
carried
the
plate
carefully
to
his
seat
,
and
,
when
he
was
established
,
went
on
.
"
Did
Bly
disagree
with
her
so
terribly
suddenly
?
"
"
Not
so
suddenly
as
you
might
think
.
One
had
seen
it
coming
on
.
"
"
Then
why
did
n't
you
get
her
off
before
?
"
"
Before
what
?
"
"
Before
she
became
too
ill
to
travel
.
"
