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in fact; passing; in constant sight of my pupils;

without a fresh incident; sufficed to give to grievous fancies

and even to odious memories a kind of brush of the sponge。

I have spoken of the surrender to their extraordinary

childish grace as a thing I could actively cultivate;

and it may be imagined if I neglected now to address myself

to this source for whatever it would yield。  Stranger than I

can express; certainly; was the effort to struggle against my

new lights; it would doubtless have been; however; a greater

tension still had it not been so frequently successful。

I used to wonder how my little charges could help guessing that I

thought strange things about them; and the circumstances that

these things only made them more interesting was not by itself

a direct aid to keeping them in the dark。  I trembled lest they

should see that they WERE so immensely more interesting。

Putting things at the worst; at all events; as in meditation I

so often did; any clouding of their innocence could only be

blameless and foredoomed as they werea reason the more for

taking risks。  There were moments when; by an irresistible impulse;

I found myself catching them up and pressing them to my heart。

As soon as I had done so I used to say to myself:

〃What will they think of that?  Doesn't it betray too much?〃

It would have been easy to get into a sad; wild tangle about how

much I might betray; but the real account; I feel; of the hours

of peace that I could still enjoy was that the immediate

charm of my companions was a beguilement still effective

even under the shadow of the possibility that it was studied。

For if it occurred to me that I might occasionally excite

suspicion by the little outbreaks of my sharper passion for them;

so too I remember wondering if I mightn't see a queerness

in the traceable increase of their own demonstrations。



They were at this period extravagantly and preternaturally fond

of me; which; after all; I could reflect; was no more than a

graceful response in children perpetually bowed over and hugged。

The homage of which they were so lavish succeeded; in truth;

for my nerves; quite as well as if I never appeared to myself;

as I may say; literally to catch them at a purpose in it。

They had never; I think; wanted to do so many things for their

poor protectress; I meanthough they got their lessons better

and better; which was naturally what would please her most

in the way of diverting; entertaining; surprising her;

reading her passages; telling her stories; acting her charades;

pouncing out at her; in disguises; as animals and historical

characters; and above all astonishing her by the 〃pieces〃 they

had secretly got by heart and could interminably recite。

I should never get to the bottomwere I to let myself go even now

of the prodigious private commentary; all under still more

private correction; with which; in these days; I overscored

their full hours。  They had shown me from the first a facility

for everything; a general faculty which; taking a fresh start;

achieved remarkable flights。  They got their little tasks

as if they loved them; and indulged; from the mere exuberance

of the gift; in the most unimposed little miracles of memory。

They not only popped out at me as tigers and as Romans;

but as Shakespeareans; astronomers; and navigators。

This was so singularly the case that it had presumably

much to do with the fact as to which; at the present day;

I am at a loss for a different explanation:  I allude to my

unnatural composure on the subject of another school for Miles。

What I remember is that I was content not; for the time;

to open the question; and that contentment must have sprung

from the sense of his perpetually striking show of cleverness。

He was too clever for a bad governess; for a parson's daughter;

to spoil; and the strangest if not the brightest thread

in the pensive embroidery I just spoke of was the impression

I might have got; if I had dared to work it out; that he was

under some influence operating in his small intellectual life

as a tremendous incitement。



If it was easy to reflect; however; that such a boy could postpone school;

it was at least as marked that for such a boy to have been

〃kicked out〃 by a schoolmaster was a mystification without end。

Let me add that in their company nowand I was careful almost

never to be out of itI could follow no scent very far。  We lived

in a cloud of music and love and success and private theatricals。

The musical sense in each of the children was of the quickest;

but the elder in especial had a marvelous knack of catching and repeating。

The schoolroom piano broke into all gruesome fancies; and when that failed

there were confabulations in corners; with a sequel of one of them going

out in the highest spirits in order to 〃come in〃 as something new。

I had had brothers myself; and it was no revelation to me that little

girls could be slavish idolaters of little boys。  What surpassed

everything was that there was a little boy in the world who could have

for the inferior age; sex; and intelligence so fine a consideration。

They were extraordinarily at one; and to say that they never either

quarreled or complained is to make the note of praise coarse for their

quality of sweetness。  Sometimes; indeed; when I dropped into coarseness;

I perhaps came across traces of little understandings between them by

which one of them should keep me occupied while the other slipped away。

There is a naive side; I suppose; in all diplomacy; but if my pupils

practiced upon me; it was surely with the minimum of grossness。

It was all in the other quarter that; after a lull; the grossness broke out。



I find that I really hang back; but I must take my plunge。

In going on with the record of what was hideous at Bly;

I not only challenge the most liberal faithfor which I

little care; butand this is another matterI renew what I

myself suffered; I again push my way through it to the end。

There came suddenly an hour after which; as I look back;

the affair seems to me to have been all pure suffering;

but I have at least reached the heart of it;

and the straightest road out is doubtless to advance。

One eveningwith nothing to lead up or to prepare it

I felt the cold touch of the impression that had breathed

on me the night of my arrival and which; much lighter then;

as I have mentioned; I should probably have made little

of in memory had my subsequent sojourn been less agitated。

I had not gone to bed; I sat reading by a couple of candles。

There was a roomful of old books at Blylast…century fiction;

some of it; which; to the extent of a distinctly deprecated renown;

but never to so much as that of a stray specimen; had reached

the sequestered home and appealed to the unavowed curiosity

of my youth。  I remember that the book I had in my hand

was Fielding's Amelia; also that I was wholly awake。

I recall further both a general conviction that it was horribly

late and a particular objection to looking at my watch。

I figure; finally; that the white curtain draping;

in the fashion of those days; the head of Flora's

little bed; shrouded; as I had assured myself long before;

the perfection of childish rest。  I recollect in short that;

though I was deeply interested in my author; I found myself;

at the turn of a page and with his spell all scattered;

looking straight up from him and hard at the door of my room。

There was a moment during which I listened; reminded of

the faint sense I had had; the first night; of there being

something undefinably astir in the house; and noted the soft

breath of the open casement just move the half…drawn blind。

Then; with all the marks of a deliberation that must have

seemed magnificent had there been anyone to admire it;

I laid down my book; rose to my feet; and; taking a candle;

went straight out of the room and; from the passage;

on which my light made little impression; noiselessly closed

and locked the door。



I can say now neither what determined nor what guided me; but I went

straight along the lobby; holding my candle high; till I came within sight

of the tall window that presided over the great turn of the staircase。

At this point I precipitately found myself aware of three things。

They were practically simultaneous; yet they had flashes of succession。

My candle; under a bold flourish; went out; and I perceived; by the uncovered

window; that the yielding dusk of earliest morning rendered it unnecessary。

Without it; the next instant; I saw that there was someone on the stair。

I speak of sequences; but I required no lapse of seconds to stiffen

myself for a third encounter with Quint。  The apparition had reached

the landing halfway up and was therefore on the spot nearest the window;

where at sight of me; it stopped short and fixed me exactly as it had fixed

me from the tower and from the garden。  He knew me as well as I knew him;

and so; in t

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