" A portentous clearness now possessed me. But I hope," he threw in, "you don't particularly mind!" "Having to do with you?" I asked. "Quint?" "Peter Quint--his own man, his valet, when he was here!" "When the master was?" Gaping still, but meeting me, she pieced it all together. In a dream or vision he had known the ecstasy of seraphic life.
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