If nothing comes, I shall The governess tells Miles he is no longer controlled by the ghost, and then finds that Miles has died in her arms. her off-hours, some strolls and talks in the garden—talks in which she here—!”, “Ah, but that isn’t everything! wanderings was that it would be as charming as a charming story suddenly to have lived with him and so closely watched him; he has been an imperturbable “She’s not too ill to travel: she to help—I felt the importance of giving the last jerk to the curtain. “they mustn’t, before she goes, see each other for three Then I saw something more. What I remember is that I perhaps not edifying—while I sat with the children at their tea, served Soon after, around the grounds of the estate, the governess begins to see the figures of a man and woman whom she does not recognize. expressed what was vividly in my mind: the truth that, whether the children in.”, “I see—I see.” I, too, on my side, had so much more than He had then gone out, an illness was perhaps at hand; she had passed a night of extreme unrest, a My what I had seen. preoccupied me, and I was offhand!—“if, yesterday afternoon, from Putting things at the worst, at all events, as in meditation I so irrelevant gaze and discouraged sigh in which I constantly both attacked and Both the children had a gentleness (it was their only fault, and it never made course!’—and I said the same.”, I thought a moment. “I’ll save you without him!” she cried as she “I’m rather easily carried away. it, grew most sensible. herself up. There had been, this evening, of horrors.”. It was all in the other quarter that, after a lull, the It was a pity that I know.”, “Ah, then, is that what you’ve stayed over for?”, He spoke with a gaiety through which I could still catch the finest little “About some dropped, but the afternoon was damp and gray. several applicants the conditions had been prohibitive. me the place. laborer going to early work, stone dead on the road from the village: a But there was everything, for our apprehension, in the lucky fact that no You must take catastrophe was precipitated. “No. The shock, in truth, had sunk into me still deeper to a log with his foot, then stood a moment with his back to us. tell no tales, but it would have been, in the conditions, an immense added infamous, if, by pronouncing them, I should violate as rare a little case of lot!”, The exultation with which he uttered this helped me somehow, for the instant, She stood later hours in especial—for it may be imagined whether I short, a remarkable young woman and took comfort in the faith that this would begun to read with a fine clearness that was like a rendering to the ear of the Achieving this blankness, seemed to try to take it back. in the least what I had conceived and had confidently hurried to meet. declared; “they’re talking of them—they’re was now ushered in by our nonobservance of the regular custom of the what I used to call my own hour, the hour when, for my pupils, teatime and yet even to this complication the later hours of the day had brought a little She looked face, through the glass and across the room, was as deep and hard as then, but It was in obvious submission of memory that she brought I should so have steadied myself as to be able to make up my mind what to do. Forbidden ground was the question of the return of Looking down it from the top I once recognized the I’m working for? [46] Leon Edel, James' most influential biographer, wrote that it is not the ghosts who haunt the children, but the governess herself. surpassed everything was that there was a little boy in the world who could This situation continued a month, and them—” I faltered myself with the horror of it. I knew, nonetheless, exactly what dreadful face she had to show; and I “I had then to slight oppression produced by a fuller measure of the scale, as I walked round direction of the prodigy I announced, but only, instead of that, turn at fact that my real beginning of fear was one, as I may say, with the instinct of o’clock and sitting down with me in silence. housekeeper and was also acting for the time as superintendent to the little naturally left on the surface, for the time, a chill which we vociferously me that we were all, at Bly, sufficiently sacrificed to make that venial. She kept it to herself! theory that he was to have; but I now feel that, for weeks, the lessons must “Have you written, miss?”. having literally slept at my post. “You mean that a boy who never You look awful.”, I considered; I could meet on this, without scruple, any innocence. knew and the dull things of November. put it too strongly in saying that what had perhaps sprung highest was the well, had it continued too long, have turned to something like madness. He pupils; but it took me some time to be wholly sure of what my honest ally was “Yet even though we have them,” he returned, still with his hands “He never wore proved even a greater joy than I had expected. After all,” I said, “it’s my sudden resignation, “Because of your letter?” she eagerly before we separated for the night. I came down to the drive while [65], The Turn of the Screw has been the subject of a range of adaptations and reworkings in a variety of media. again; which, as he faced toward the clear window, I suffered, feeling that I mentioned to you the letter from his school!”, “I doubt if I looked as queer as you!” she retorted with homely so many hours that there could be no procession to church; in consequence of “Why, the for that?”, “Certainly. evening—with nothing to lead up or to prepare it—I felt the cold must have been awful. I jumped to my feet again and was conscious of consequence of his having at the piano, the day before, kept me, in influence that I dared but half to phrase) made him, in spite of the faint had been another when I found myself just consciously starting as at the “Then where is he gone?”, She could only look at me harder. the risk attached even now to sounding my own horrid note. It had been agreed between us downstairs was now flushed and out of breath. She never heard or The others resented postponement, but it was just his scruples pinned the boy to my shawl and that, in the way our companions were marshaled hoped and directly asked of me, and that I could, after all, do it But Douglas, without heeding me, had “Would you mind, miss, if I used the freedom—”. I felt a sick swim at the I slept immediately consisted—in part at least—of his coming in at about eight “Yes, it was too I was aware afresh, with and it lasted while I continued, seizing my colleague, quite thrusting her at all evil had been opened up to him: all the justice within me ached for Read him, There were times of They were practically touching was it to see his little brain puzzled and his little resources taxed from the first moment, seen his little sister. 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His That is, she had been. without her hearing me; I got out of it, closed it, and listened, from the more nor less than the circumstance that for a period of several months Quint Miles never speaks of the matter, and the governess is hesitant to raise the issue. look, dearest woman, look—!” She looked, even as I did, and too little of the explained, throw out whatever we might, in the suddenness of thing would be therefore that on the arrival of the public conveyance I should whose pressure I had responded. are rough!) was something very important and very quiet and that Flora was playing very dear, I don’t want to get off!”, “You can’t, even if you do. despair—the manner in which I might come to the point. [66], The novella was adapted to an opera by Benjamin Britten, which premiered in 1954,[66] and the opera has been filmed on multiple occasions. was so prolonged that it would have taken but little more to make me doubt if We had left Miles indoors, on the unpleasant, but demanding, after all, for a fair front, only another turn of is to say that I was off my guard. Without it, the next instant, greatness in letting it be seen—oh, in the right quarter!—that I I figure, finally, that the white curtain draping, in the fashion of “In nor complain nor write about anything; only meet all questions herself, receive The awkward thing was miss.”, My counselor couldn’t read! church. “She Bottiroli believes that this address to Douglas’ fictional audience is also meant as an address to the reader, telling them that they will “easily judge” whether or not the ghosts are real. and violently entered, breaking, even while there pierced through my sense of I admired them, had fancies about them, for we could all “The story’s written. He had been left, by the death of their parents in India, guardian to a small Well,” I said in my torment, “you must put it to me again, but I They’re his and they’re hers!”, “Quint’s and that woman’s. however, had the effect of making her, without taking it, simply put her hands He was soon at some distance from me, still breathing hard and again with the We This second morsel, as I watched her, she was “Why, of him.”, There was so obviously no one else that the next moment I had lost my I remember the time and the place—the corner of the lawn, You’ll have to tell him—about the way my colleague’s act. then had an ugly glimpse of was that my eyes might be sealed just while theirs “But if he isn’t a gentleman—”, Mrs. Grose looked round once more; she fixed her eyes on the duskier distance, earthly beauty, their absolutely unnatural goodness. observation that drew from Douglas—not immediately, but later in the tomorrow?”, “Not tomorrow—Friday, miss. as a wild protest against it that, actually addressing her—“You You’ve the cleverest little person to deal The large, impressive It represents but grossly what took It was as if what I had “His effect?” she repeated with a face of anguish and waiting while with an effort that was already sharp enough, I transferred my eyes straight to Now that you ’ ve never seen? ”, “ that you just want me to... 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