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How provoking! exclaimed Miss Ingram: you tiresome monkey! (apostrophising Ad?le), who perched you up in the window to give false intelligence? and she cast on me an angry glance, as if I were in fault.
CHAPTER XIII
Lowood Institution.?This portion was rebuilt A.D. ---, by Naomi Brocklehurst, of Brocklehurst Hall, in this county. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven.?St. Matt. v. 16.
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?
Helen heard me patiently to the end: I expected she would then make a remark, but she said nothing.
I¡¯ll laugh at you heartily when to-morrow is past; till then I dare not: my prize is not certain. This is you, who have been as slippery as an eel this last month, and as thorny as a briar-rose? I could not lay a finger anywhere but I was pricked; and now I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms. You wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?
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But I affirm that you are: so much depressed that a few more words would bring tears to your eyes?indeed, they are there now, shining and swimming; and a bead has slipped from the lash and fallen on to the flag. If I had time, and was not in mortal dread of some prating prig of a servant passing, I would know what all this means. Well, to-night I excuse you; but understand that so long as my visitors stay, I expect you to appear in the drawing-room every evening; it is my wish; don¡¯t neglect it. Now go, and send Sophie for Ad?le. Good-night, my? He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
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He deliberately scrutinised each sketch and painting. Three he laid aside; the others, when he had examined them, he swept from him.
He held out the tiny glass, and I half filled it from the water-bottle on the washstand.
I would have no mercy, Mr. Rochester, if you supplicated for it with an eye like that. While you looked so, I should be certain that whatever charter you might grant under coercion, your first act, when released, would be to violate its conditions.
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