this other side now fully presented that Kate came
and went, kissed her for greeting and for parting,
talked, as usual, of everything but as it had so
abruptly become for Milly the thing. Our young
woman, it is true, would doubtless not have tasted
so sharply a difference in this pair of occasions had
she not been tasting so peculiarly her own possible
betrayals. What happened was that afterwards, on
separation, she wondered if the matter had not main
ly been that she herself was so " other," so taken up
with the unspoken; the strangest thing of all being,
still subsequently, that when she asked herself how
Kate could have failed to feel it she became conscious
of being here on the edge of a great darkness. She
should never know how Kate truly felt about any
thing such a one as Milly Theale should give her to
feel. Kate would never and not from ill-will, nor
from duplicity, but from a sort of failure of common
terms reduce it to such a one's comprehension or
put it within her convenience.

It was as such a one, therefore, that, for three or
four days more, Milly watched Kate as just such
another; and it was presently as such a one that she
threw herself into their promised visit, at last
achieved, to Chelsea, the quarter of the famous Car-
lyle, the field of exercise of his ghost, his votaries,
and the residence of " poor Marian," so often re
ferred to and actually a somewhat incongruous spirit
there. With our young woman's first view of poor
Marian everything gave way but the sense of how,

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