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I am attached to it, indeed.
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Oh! yes. But you see there is a considerable difference in age: Mr. Rochester is nearly forty; she is but twenty-five.
As he was returning the box to his waistcoat pocket, a loud bell rang for the servants¡¯ dinner; he knew what it was. That¡¯s for you, nurse, said he; you can go down; I¡¯ll give Miss Jane a lecture till you come back.
Wicked and cruel boy! I said. You are like a murderer?you are like a slave-driver?you are like the Roman emperors!
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Ma boite! ma boite! exclaimed she, running towards it.
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A distant bell tinkled: immediately three ladies entered the room, each walked to a table and took her seat. Miss Miller assumed the fourth vacant chair, which was that nearest the door, and around which the smallest of the children were assembled: to this inferior class I was called, and placed at the bottom of it.
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Will you give me a piece of bread? for I am very hungry. He cast on me a glance of surprise; but without answering, he cut a thick slice from his loaf, and gave it to me. I imagine he did not think I was a beggar, but only an eccentric sort of lady, who had taken a fancy to his brown loaf. As soon as I was out of sight of his house, I sat down and ate it.
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Here, Jane! he said; and I walked round to the other side of a large bed, which with its drawn curtains concealed a considerable portion of the chamber. An easy-chair was near the bed-head: a man sat in it, dressed with the exception of his coat; he was still; his head leant back; his eyes were closed. Mr. Rochester held the candle over him; I recognised in his pale and seemingly lifeless face?the stranger, Mason: I saw too that his linen on one side, and one arm, was almost soaked in blood.
I returned, sought the sponge on the washstand, the salts in my drawer, and once more retraced my steps. He still waited; he held a key in his hand: approaching one of the small, black doors, he put it in the lock; he paused, and addressed me again.
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Yes, he replied, absolutely sans mademoiselle; for I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me.
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