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           Grose’sdazedblinkacrosstowhereIpointedstruckmeasasovereignsignthatshetooatlastsaw,justasitcarriedmyowneyesprecipitatelytothechild.TherevelationthenofthemannerinwhichFlorawasaffectedstartledme,intruth,farmorethanitwouldhavedonetofindheralsomerelyagitated,fordirectdismaywasofcoursenotwhatIhadexpected.Preparedandonherguardasourpursuithadactuallymadeher,shewouldrepresseverybetrayal;andIwasthereforeshaken,onthespot,bymyfirstglimpseoftheparticularoneforwhichIhadnotallowed.Toseeher,withoutaconvulsionofhersmallpinkface,notevenfeigntoglanceinthedirectionoftheprodigyIannounced,butonly,insteadofthat,turnatmeanexpressionofhard,stillgravity,anexpressionabsolutelynewandunprecedentedandthatappearedtoreadandaccuseandjudgeme—thiswasastrokethatsomehowconvertedthelittlegirlherselfintotheverypresencethatcouldmakemequail.Iquailedeventhoughmycertitudethatshethoroughlysawwasnevergreaterthanatthatinstant,andintheimmediateneedtodefendmyselfIcalleditpassionatelytowitness.“She’sthere,youlittleunhappything—there,there,there,andyouseeheraswellasyouseeme!”IhadsaidshortlybeforetoMrs.