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"
You
ought
to
have
replied
no
such
thing
.
Beauty
of
little
consequence
,
indeed
!
And
so
,
under
pretence
of
softening
the
previous
outrage
,
of
stroking
and
soothing
me
into
placidity
,
you
stick
a
sly
penknife
under
my
ear
!
Go
on
:
what
fault
do
you
find
with
me
,
pray
?
I
suppose
I
have
all
my
limbs
and
all
my
features
like
any
other
man
?
"
"
Mr.
Rochester
,
allow
me
to
disown
my
first
answer
:
I
intended
no
pointed
repartee
:
it
was
only
a
blunder
.
"
"
Just
so
:
I
think
so
:
and
you
shall
be
answerable
for
it
.
Criticise
me
:
does
my
forehead
not
please
you
?
"
He
lifted
up
the
sable
waves
of
hair
which
lay
horizontally
over
his
brow
,
and
showed
a
solid
enough
mass
of
intellectual
organs
,
but
an
abrupt
deficiency
where
the
suave
sign
of
benevolence
should
have
risen
.
"
Now
,
ma'am
,
am
I
a
fool
?
"
"
Far
from
it
,
sir
.
You
would
,
perhaps
,
think
me
rude
if
I
inquired
in
return
whether
you
are
a
philanthropist
?
"
"
There
again
!
Another
stick
of
the
penknife
,
when
she
pretended
to
pat
my
head
:
and
that
is
because
I
said
I
did
not
like
the
society
of
children
and
old
women
(
low
be
it
spoken
!
)
.
No
,
young
lady
,
I
am
not
a
general
philanthropist
;
but
I
bear
a
conscience
;
"
and
he
pointed
to
the
prominences
which
are
said
to
indicate
that
faculty
,
and
which
,
fortunately
for
him
,
were
sufficiently
conspicuous
;
giving
,
indeed
,
a
marked
breadth
to
the
upper
part
of
his
head
:
"
and
,
besides
,
I
once
had
a
kind
of
rude
tenderness
of
heart
.
When
I
was
as
old
as
you
,
I
was
a
feeling
fellow
enough
,
partial
to
the
unfledged
,
unfostered
,
and
unlucky
;
but
Fortune
has
knocked
me
about
since
:
she
has
even
kneaded
me
with
her
knuckles
,
and
now
I
flatter
myself
I
am
hard
and
tough
as
an
India-rubber
ball
;
pervious
,
though
,
through
a
chink
or
two
still
,
and
with
one
sentient
point
in
the
middle
of
the
lump
.
Yes
:
does
that
leave
hope
for
me
?
"
"
Hope
of
what
,
sir
?
"
"
Of
my
final
re-transformation
from
India-rubber
back
to
flesh
?
"
