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I tried to command my voice in gently saying his name, but it trembled. She repeated it to herself, two or three times, in a low tone. Then, addressing me, she said, with enforced calmness: ¡¡¡¡'My son is ill.' ¡¡¡¡'Very ill.' ¡¡¡¡'You have seen him?' ¡¡¡¡'I have.' ¡¡¡¡'Are you reconciled?' ¡¡¡¡I could not say Yes, I could not say No. She slightly turned her head towards the spot where Rosa Dartle had been standing at her elbow, and in that moment I said, by the motion of my lips, to Rosa, 'Dead!' ¡¡¡¡That Mrs. Steerforth might not be induced to look behind her, and read, plainly written, what she was not yet prepared to know, I met her look quickly; but I ha
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d seen Rosa Dartle throw her hands up in the air with vehemence of despair and horror, and then clasp them on her face. ¡¡¡¡The handsome lady - so like, oh so like! - regarded me with a fixed look, and put her hand to her forehead. I besought her to be calm, and prepare herself to bear what I had to tell; but I should rather have entreated her to weep, for she sat like a stone figure. ¡¡¡¡'When I was last here,' I faltered, 'Miss Dartle told me he was sailing here and there. The night before last was a dreadful one at sea. If he were at sea that night, and near a dangerous coast, as it is said he was; and if the vessel that was seen should really be the ship which -'