Surely these facts were strong against a
fancy that scarcely dared to hint itself. And yet he was so
terrible a man! In short, the poor girl (for what could she know
of the criminal intellect, which its own professed students
perpetually misread, because they persist in trying to reconcile it
with the average intellect of average men, instead of identifying
it as a horrible wonder apart) could get by no road to any other
conclusion than that he WAS a terrible man, and must be fled from.
She had been Helena's stay and comfort during the whole time. She
had constantly assured her of her full belief in her brother's
innocence, and of her sympathy with him in his misery. But she had
never seen him since the disappearance, nor had Helena ever spoken
one word of his avowal to Mr. Crisparkle in regard of Rosa, though
as a part of the interest of the case it was well known far and
wide. He was Helena's unfortunate brother, to her, and nothing
more. The assurance she had given her odious suitor was strictly
true, though it would have been better (she considered now) if she
could have restrained herself from so giving it. Afraid of him as
the bright and delicate little creature was, her spirit swelled at
the thought of his knowing it from her own lips.
But where was she to go? Anywhere beyond his reach, was no reply
to the question. Somewhere must be thought of. She determined to
go to her guardian, and to go immediately.
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