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GRIZEL! GRIZEL!

I indulged in some very serious thoughts after Mr. Grey's departure. A fact was
borne in upon me to which I had hitherto closed my prejudiced eyes, but which I
could no longer ignore, whatever confusion it brought or however it caused me
to change my mind on a subject which had formed one of the strongest bases to
the argument by which I had sought to save Mr. Durand. Miss Grey cherished no
such distrust of her father as I, in my ignorance of their relations, had
imputed to her in the early hours of my ministrations. This you have already
seen in my account of their parting. Whatever his dread, fear or remorse, there
was no evidence that she felt toward him anything but love and confidence: but
love and confidence from her to him were in direct contradiction to the doubts
I had believed her to have expressed in the half-written note handed to Mrs.
Fairbrother in the alcove.
Had I been wrong, then, in attributing this scrawl
to her? It began to look so. Though forbidden to allow her to speak on the one
tabooed subject, I had wit enough to know that nothing would keep her from it,
if the fate of Mrs. Fairbrother occupied any real place in her thoughts.