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The hall was as she had left it, and her friends apparently had not yet returned. Her head was bewildered; she was unable at first to realise what had happened to her. She knew that a staircase had appeared to her, that she had climbed it some little time ago, and that it was only this minute that she had come down again. But the stairs had vanished, and her memory concerning the adventure was an utter blank. Pressing her hand to her hot forehead, she stared earnestly at the wall, in the effort to concentrate her will on that one task of recollection; but it was quite useless--the experience, whatever it was, had grazed her mind as lightly as a dream.Yet it had now happened to her twice, and it had happened to Mr. Judge as well, in years gone by.
She made up her mind to talk to that man on the subject. He was the only one to whom she _could_ talk about it, and it was impossible to go on any longer hugging this awful secret in solitude.That would be the best. He might be angry at Marshall's breach of confidence, but perhaps it would be possible to contrive that that should not come out. She need not decide now. When she got home she would think about it all out carefully, weighing the affair in all its bearings.