The Turn Of The Screw

Mrs. Grose was not too bewildered instinctively to protest. *Ah, how CAN you?* *Because I’m clear. Flora doesn’t want me to know.* *It’s only then to spare you.* *No, no—there are depths, depths! The more I go over it, the more I see in it, and the more I see in it, the more I fear. I don’t know what I DON’T see—what I DON’T fear!* Mrs. Grose tried to keep up with me. *You mean you’re afraid of seeing her again?* *Oh, no; that’s nothing—now!* Then I explained. *It’s of NOT seeing her.* But my companion only looked wan. *I don’t understand you.*