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I well remembered all; language, glance, and tone seemed at the moment vividly renewed. I was now in the schoolroom; Ad?le was drawing; I bent over her and directed her pencil. She looked up with a sort of start.
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All¡¯s right!?all¡¯s right! he cried. It¡¯s a mere rehearsal of Much Ado about Nothing. Ladies, keep off, or I shall wax dangerous.
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Here and there I strayed through the orchard, gathered up the apples with which the grass round the tree roots was thickly strewn; then I employed myself in dividing the ripe from the unripe; I carried them into the house and put them away in the store-room. Then I repaired to the library to ascertain whether the fire was lit, for, though summer, I knew on such a gloomy evening Mr. Rochester would like to see a cheerful hearth when he came in: yes, the fire had been kindled some time, and burnt well. I placed his arm-chair by the chimney-corner: I wheeled the table near it: I let down the curtain, and had the candles brought in ready for lighting. More restless than ever, when I had completed these arrangements I could not sit still, nor even remain in the house: a little time-piece in the room and the old clock in the hall simultaneously struck ten.
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No doubt, no doubt, madam; and now I wish you good morning. I shall return to Brocklehurst Hall in the course of a week or two: my good friend, the Archdeacon, will not permit me to leave him sooner. I shall send Miss Temple notice that she is to expect a new girl, so that there will be no difficulty about receiving her. Good-bye.
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With whom?
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I soon forgot storm in music.
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With difficulty I obeyed him. Presently I stood within that clean, bright kitchen?on the very hearth?trembling, sickening; conscious of an aspect in the last degree ghastly, wild, and weather-beaten. The two ladies, their brother, Mr. St. John, the old servant, were all gazing at me.
He paused: the birds went on carolling, the leaves lightly rustling. I almost wondered they did not check their songs and whispers to catch the suspended revelation; but they would have had to wait many minutes?so long was the silence protracted. At last I looked up at the tardy speaker: he was looking eagerly at me.
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