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I rose. There were no groomsmen, no bridesmaids, no relatives to wait for or marshal: none but Mr. Rochester and I. Mrs. Fairfax stood in the hall as we passed. I would fain have spoken to her, but my hand was held by a grasp of iron: I was hurried along by a stride I could hardly follow; and to look at Mr. Rochester¡¯s face was to feel that not a second of delay would be tolerated for any purpose. I wonder what other bridegroom ever looked as he did?so bent up to a purpose, so grimly resolute: or who, under such steadfast brows, ever revealed such flaming and flashing eyes.
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Stubborn? he said, and annoyed. Ah! it is consistent. I put my request in an absurd, almost insolent form. Miss Eyre, I beg your pardon. The fact is, once for all, I don¡¯t wish to treat you like an inferior: that is (correcting himself), I claim only such superiority as must result from twenty years¡¯ difference in age and a century¡¯s advance in experience. This is legitimate, et j¡¯y tiens, as Ad?le would say; and it is by virtue of this superiority, and this alone, that I desire you to have the goodness to talk to me a little now, and divert my thoughts, which are galled with dwelling on one point?cankering as a rusty nail.
Take them off to the other table, Mrs. Fairfax, said he, and look at them with Ad?le;?you (glancing at me) resume your seat, and answer my questions. I perceive those pictures were done by one hand: was that hand yours?
No: Ad?le is not answerable for either her mother¡¯s faults or yours: I have a regard for her; and now that I know she is, in a sense, parentless?forsaken by her mother and disowned by you, sir?I shall cling closer to her than before. How could I possibly prefer the spoilt pet of a wealthy family, who would hate her governess as a nuisance, to a lonely little orphan, who leans towards her as a friend?
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He paused; gazed at me: words almost visible trembled on his lips,?but his voice was checked.
What can possess him to come home in that style? said Miss Ingram. He rode Mesrour (the black horse), did he not, when he went out? and Pilot was with him:?what has he done with the animals?
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At last coffee is brought in, and the gentlemen are summoned. I sit in the shade?if any shade there be in this brilliantly-lit apartment; the window-curtain half hides me. Again the arch yawns; they come. The collective appearance of the gentlemen, like that of the ladies, is very imposing: they are all costumed in black; most of them are tall, some young. Henry and Frederick Lynn are very dashing sparks indeed; and Colonel Dent is a fine soldierly man. Mr. Eshton, the magistrate of the district, is gentleman-like: his hair is quite white, his eyebrows and whiskers still dark, which gives him something of the appearance of a p?re noble de th??tre. Lord Ingram, like his sisters, is very tall; like them, also, he is handsome; but he shares Mary¡¯s apathetic and listless look: he seems to have more length of limb than vivacity of blood or vigour of brain.
Do as you please, sir.
Why?
Barbara went out: she returned soon?
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He looked at me before he proceeded: indeed, he seemed leisurely to read my face, as if its features and lines were characters on a page. The conclusions drawn from this scrutiny he partially expressed in his succeeding observations.
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Gone over to Morton for a walk; but they would be back in half-an-hour to tea.
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