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Well, and what of John Reed?
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Am I wanted? I asked.
No question about his right: but have you never observed that, of all the tales told here about matrimony, Mr. Rochester has been favoured with the most lively and the most continuous?
Ah! that pricks pride. Well, fetch me your portfolio, if you can vouch for its contents being original; but don¡¯t pass your word unless you are certain: I can recognise patchwork.
No more I ought, said she: Mr. St. John tells me so too; and I see I wor wrang?but I¡¯ve clear a different notion on you now to what I had. You look a raight down dacent little crater.
Deceit is, indeed, a sad fault in a child, said Mr. Brocklehurst; it is akin to falsehood, and all liars will have their portion in the lake burning with fire and brimstone; she shall, however, be watched, Mrs. Reed. I will speak to Miss Temple and the teachers.
Ad?le was not easy to teach that day; she could not apply: she kept running to the door and looking over the banisters to see if she could get a glimpse of Mr. Rochester; then she coined pretexts to go downstairs, in order, as I shrewdly suspected, to visit the library, where I knew she was not wanted; then, when I got a little angry, and made her sit still, she continued to talk incessantly of her ami, Monsieur Edouard Fairfax de Rochester, as she dubbed him (I had not before heard his prenomens), and to conjecture what presents he had brought her: for it appears he had intimated the night before, that when his luggage came from Millcote, there would be found amongst it a little box in whose contents she had an interest.
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Helen! I whispered softly, are you awake?
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Mr. Rochester, having quitted the Eshtons, stands on the hearth as solitary as she stands by the table: she confronts him, taking her station on the opposite side of the mantelpiece.
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I was in my own room as usual?just myself, without obvious change: nothing had smitten me, or scathed me, or maimed me. And yet where was the Jane Eyre of yesterday??where was her life??where were her prospects?
He was lifting the latch: a sudden thought occurred to me. Stop one minute! I cried.
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