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Chapter 6
Iknewatthishour,Ithink,aswellasIknewlater,whatIwascapableofmeetingtosheltermypupils;butittookmesometimetobewhollysureofwhatmyhonestallywaspreparedfortokeeptermswithsocompromisingacontract.Iwasqueercompanyenough—quiteasqueerasthecompanyIreceived;butasItraceoverwhatwewentthroughIseehowmuchcommongroundwemusthavefoundintheoneideathat,bygoodfortune,couldsteadyus.Itwastheidea,thesecondmovement,thatledmestraightout,asImaysay,oftheinnerchamberofmydread.Icouldtaketheairinthecourt,atleast,andthereMrs.Grosecouldjoinme.PerfectlycanIrecallnowtheparticularwaystrengthcametomebeforeweseparatedforthenight.WehadgoneoverandovereveryfeatureofwhatIhadseen.
“Hewaslookingforsomeoneelse,yousay—someonewhowasnotyou?”
“HewaslookingforlittleMiles.”Aportentousclearnessnowpossessedme.“That’swhomhewaslookingfor.”
“Buthowdoyouknow?”
“Iknow,Iknow,Iknow!”Myexaltationgrew.“Andyouknow,mydear!”
Shedidn’tdenythis,butIrequired,Ifelt,notevensomuchtellingasthat.Sheresumedinamoment,atanyrate:“Whatifheshouldseehim?”
“LittleMiles?That’swhathewants!”
Shelookedimmenselyscaredagain.“Thechild?”
“Heavenforbid!Theman.Hewantstoappeartothem.”Thathemightwasanawfulconception,andyet,somehow,Icouldkeepitatbay;which,moreover,aswelingeredthere,waswhatIsucceededinpracticallyproving.
