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"
For
whom
,
sir
?
"
"
For
the
men
in
green
:
it
was
a
proper
moonlight
evening
for
them
.
Did
I
break
through
one
of
your
rings
,
that
you
spread
that
damned
ice
on
the
causeway
?
"
I
shook
my
head
.
"
The
men
in
green
all
forsook
England
a
hundred
years
ago
,
"
said
I
,
speaking
as
seriously
as
he
had
done
.
"
And
not
even
in
Hay
Lane
,
or
the
fields
about
it
,
could
you
find
a
trace
of
them
.
I
do
n't
think
either
summer
or
harvest
,
or
winter
moon
,
will
ever
shine
on
their
revels
more
.
"
Mrs.
Fairfax
had
dropped
her
knitting
,
and
,
with
raised
eyebrows
,
seemed
wondering
what
sort
of
talk
this
was
.
"
Well
,
"
resumed
Mr.
Rochester
,
"
if
you
disown
parents
,
you
must
have
some
sort
of
kinsfolk
:
uncles
and
aunts
?
"
"
No
;
none
that
I
ever
saw
.
"
"
And
your
home
?
"
"
I
have
none
.
"
"
Where
do
your
brothers
and
sisters
live
?
"
