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"
You
are
afraid
of
me
,
because
I
talk
like
a
Sphynx
.
"
"
Your
language
is
enigmatical
,
sir
:
but
though
I
am
bewildered
,
I
am
certainly
not
afraid
.
"
"
You
are
afraid
--
your
self-love
dreads
a
blunder
.
"
"
In
that
sense
I
do
feel
apprehensive
--
I
have
no
wish
to
talk
nonsense
.
"
"
If
you
did
,
it
would
be
in
such
a
grave
,
quiet
manner
,
I
should
mistake
it
for
sense
.
Do
you
never
laugh
,
Miss
Eyre
?
Do
n't
trouble
yourself
to
answer
--
I
see
you
laugh
rarely
;
but
you
can
laugh
very
merrily
:
believe
me
,
you
are
not
naturally
austere
,
any
more
than
I
am
naturally
vicious
.
The
Lowood
constraint
still
clings
to
you
somewhat
;
controlling
your
features
,
muffling
your
voice
,
and
restricting
your
limbs
;
and
you
fear
in
the
presence
of
a
man
and
a
brother
--
or
father
,
or
master
,
or
what
you
will
--
to
smile
too
gaily
,
speak
too
freely
,
or
move
too
quickly
:
but
,
in
time
,
I
think
you
will
learn
to
be
natural
with
me
,
as
I
find
it
impossible
to
be
conventional
with
you
;
and
then
your
looks
and
movements
will
have
more
vivacity
and
variety
than
they
dare
offer
now
.
I
see
at
intervals
the
glance
of
a
curious
sort
of
bird
through
the
close-set
bars
of
a
cage
:
a
vivid
,
restless
,
resolute
captive
is
there
;
were
it
but
free
,
it
would
soar
cloud-high
.
You
are
still
bent
on
going
?
"
"
It
has
struck
nine
,
sir
.
"
"
Never
mind
,
--
wait
a
minute
:
Adele
is
not
ready
to
go
to
bed
yet
.
My
position
,
Miss
Eyre
,
with
my
back
to
the
fire
,
and
my
face
to
the
room
,
favours
observation
.
While
talking
to
you
,
I
have
also
occasionally
watched
Adele
(
I
have
my
own
reasons
for
thinking
her
a
curious
study
,
--
reasons
that
I
may
,
nay
,
that
I
shall
,
impart
to
you
some
day
)
.
She
pulled
out
of
her
box
,
about
ten
minutes
ago
,
a
little
pink
silk
frock
;
rapture
lit
her
face
as
she
unfolded
it
;
coquetry
runs
in
her
blood
,
blends
with
her
brains
,
and
seasons
the
marrow
of
her
bones
.
'
Il
faut
que
je
l'essaie
!
'
cried
she
,
'
et
e
l'instant
meme
!
'
and
she
rushed
out
of
the
room
.
She
is
now
with
Sophie
,
undergoing
a
robing
process
:
in
a
few
minutes
she
will
re-enter
;
and
I
know
what
I
shall
see
,
--
a
miniature
of
Celine
Varens
,
as
she
used
to
appear
on
the
boards
at
the
rising
of
--
But
never
mind
that
.
However
,
my
tenderest
feelings
are
about
to
receive
a
shock
:
such
is
my
presentiment
;
stay
now
,
to
see
whether
it
will
be
realised
.
"
Ere
long
,
Adele
's
little
foot
was
heard
tripping
across
the
hall
.
She
entered
,
transformed
as
her
guardian
had
predicted
A
dress
of
rose-coloured
satin
,
very
short
,
and
as
full
in
the
skirt
as
it
could
be
gathered
,
replaced
the
brown
frock
she
had
previously
worn
;
a
wreath
of
rosebuds
circled
her
forehead
;
her
feet
were
dressed
in
silk
stockings
and
small
white
satin
sandals
.
