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Does that person want you? she inquired of Mr. Rochester; and Mr. Rochester turned to see who the person was. He made a curious grimace?one of his strange and equivocal demonstrations?threw down his cue and followed me from the room.
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With the ladies you must have managed well.
What must you do to avoid it?
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Well, and you want your fortune told? she said, in a voice as decided as her glance, as harsh as her features.
Leah brought it; she entered, followed by Mrs. Fairfax, who repeated the news; adding that Mr. Carter the surgeon was come, and was now with Mr. Rochester: then she hurried out to give orders about tea, and I went upstairs to take off my things.
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He said this, in his peculiar, subdued, yet emphatic voice; looking, when he had ceased speaking, not at me, but at the setting sun, at which I looked too. Both he and I had our backs towards the path leading up the field to the wicket. We had heard no step on that grass-grown track; the water running in the vale was the one lulling sound of the hour and scene; we might well then start when a gay voice, sweet as a silver bell, exclaimed?
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Mr. Rochester did, on a future occasion, explain it. It was one afternoon, when he chanced to meet me and Ad?le in the grounds: and while she played with Pilot and her shuttlecock, he asked me to walk up and down a long beech avenue within sight of her.
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A mere spectre!
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Are we not? That is wrong. For my part, I wish you no ill and all good.
Will Grace Poole live here still, sir?
What! he exclaimed, are you quitting me already, and in that way?
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