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cots in a little book with anxious accuracy.
It was the fifteenth of January, about nine o¡¯clock in the morning: Bessie was gone down to breakfast; my cousins had not yet been summoned to their mama; Eliza was putting on her bonnet and warm garden-coat to go and feed her poultry, an occupation of which she was fond: and not less so of selling the eggs to the housekeeper and hoarding up the money she thus obtained. She had a turn for traffic, and a marked propensity for saving; shown not only in the vending of eggs and chickens, but also in driving hard bargains with the gardener about flower-roots, seeds, and slips of plants; that functionary having orders from Mrs. Reed to buy of his young lady all the products of her parterre she wished to sell: and Eliza would have sold the hair off her head if she could have made a handsome profit thereby. As to her money, she first secreted it in odd corners, wrapped in a rag or an old curl-paper; but some of these hoards having been discovered by the housemaid, Eliza, fearful of one day losing her valued treasure, consented to intrust it to her mother, at a usurious rate of interest?fifty or sixty per cent.; which interest she exacted every quarter, keeping her accounts in a little book with anxious accuracy.
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It is not its cure. Reformation may be its cure; and I could reform?I have strength yet for that?if?but where is the use of thinking of it, hampered, burdened, cursed as I am? Besides, since happiness is irrevocably denied me, I have a right to get pleasure out of life: and I will get it, cost what it may.
Yes?¡®after life¡¯s fitful fever they sleep well,¡¯ I muttered. Where are you going now, Mrs. Fairfax? for she was moving away.
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But John Reed knocked me down, and my aunt shut me up in the red-room.
Yes; two or three. Quite as many as there was employment for.
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No, no, Helen! I stopped, distressed. While I tried to devour my tears, a fit of coughing seized Helen; it did not, however, wake the nurse; when it was over, she lay some minutes exhausted; then she whispered?
Too much noise, Grace, said Mrs. Fairfax. Remember directions! Grace curtseyed silently and went in.
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Nay, there was naught but her, and she was housekeeper; and of her, reader, I could not bear to ask the relief for want of which I was sinking; I could not yet beg; and again I crawled away.
What a beautiful room! I exclaimed, as I looked round; for I had never before seen any half so imposing.
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Sit, he said; the bench is long enough for two. You don¡¯t hesitate to take a place at my side, do you? Is that wrong, Jane?
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Yes, sir, I will advertise immediately: and meantime, I suppose? I was going to say, I suppose I may stay here, till I find another shelter to betake myself to: but I stopped, feeling it would not do to risk a long sentence, for my voice was not quite under command.
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Traversing the long and matted gallery, I descended the slippery steps of oak; then I gained the hall: I halted there a minute; I looked at some pictures on the walls (one, I remember, represented a grim man in a cuirass, and one a lady with powdered hair and a pearl necklace), at a bronze lamp pendent from the ceiling, at a great clock whose case was of oak curiously carved, and ebon black with time and rubbing. Ä«Áö³ë»çÀÌÆ®
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d to find existent so near the stirring locality of Millcote. A little hamlet, whose roofs were blent with trees, straggled up the side of one of these hills; the church of the district stood nearer Thornfield: its old tower-top looked over a knoll between the house and gates.
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