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I like to observe all the faces and all the figures.
You must want your tea, said the good lady, as I joined her; you ate so little at dinner. I am afraid, she continued, you are not well to-day: you look flushed and feverish.
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Good-night, Jane.
He sat down. I recalled his singular conduct of yesterday, and really I began to fear his wits were touched. If he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity: I had never seen that handsome-featured face of his look more like chiselled marble than it did just now, as he put aside his snow-wet hair from his forehead and let the firelight shine free on his pale brow and cheek as pale, where it grieved me to discover the hollow trace of care or sorrow now so plainly graved. I waited, expecting he would say something I could at least comprehend; but his hand was now at his chin, his finger on his lip: he was thinking. It struck me that his hand looked wasted like his face. A perhaps uncalled-for gush of pity came over my heart: I was moved to say?
Mrs. Fairfax, Thornfield, near Millcote, ---shire.
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There is no one to meddle, sir. I have no kindred to interfere.
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Ere long, Ad?le¡¯s little foot was heard tripping across the hall. She entered, transformed as her guardian had predicted. A dress of rose-coloured satin, very short, and as full in the skirt as it could be gathered, replaced the brown frock she had previously worn; a wreath of rosebuds circled her forehead; her feet were dressed in silk stockings and small white satin sandals.
Shall I have the pleasure of seeing Miss Fairfax to-night? I asked, when I had partaken of what she offered me.
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Oh, no! I shall certainly return if all be well.
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