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"
Oh
,
that
is
the
light
in
which
you
view
it
!
Well
,
I
must
go
in
now
;
and
you
too
:
it
darkens
.
"
But
I
stayed
out
a
few
minutes
longer
with
Adele
and
Pilot
--
ran
a
race
with
her
,
and
played
a
game
of
battledore
and
shuttlecock
.
When
we
went
in
,
and
I
had
removed
her
bonnet
and
coat
,
I
took
her
on
my
knee
;
kept
her
there
an
hour
,
allowing
her
to
prattle
as
she
liked
:
not
rebuking
even
some
little
freedoms
and
trivialities
into
which
she
was
apt
to
stray
when
much
noticed
,
and
which
betrayed
in
her
a
superficiality
of
character
,
inherited
probably
from
her
mother
,
hardly
congenial
to
an
English
mind
.
Still
she
had
her
merits
;
and
I
was
disposed
to
appreciate
all
that
was
good
in
her
to
the
utmost
.
I
sought
in
her
countenance
and
features
a
likeness
to
Mr.
Rochester
,
but
found
none
:
no
trait
,
no
turn
of
expression
announced
relationship
.
It
was
a
pity
:
if
she
could
but
have
been
proved
to
resemble
him
,
he
would
have
thought
more
of
her
.
It
was
not
till
after
I
had
withdrawn
to
my
own
chamber
for
the
night
,
that
I
steadily
reviewed
the
tale
Mr.
Rochester
had
told
me
.
As
he
had
said
,
there
was
probably
nothing
at
all
extraordinary
in
the
substance
of
the
narrative
itself
:
a
wealthy
Englishman
's
passion
for
a
French
dancer
,
and
her
treachery
to
him
,
were
everyday
matters
enough
,
no
doubt
,
in
society
;
but
there
was
something
decidedly
strange
in
the
paroxysm
of
emotion
which
had
suddenly
seized
him
when
he
was
in
the
act
of
expressing
the
present
contentment
of
his
mood
,
and
his
newly
revived
pleasure
in
the
old
hall
and
its
environs
.
I
meditated
wonderingly
on
this
incident
;
but
gradually
quitting
it
,
as
I
found
it
for
the
present
inexplicable
,
I
turned
to
the
consideration
of
my
master
's
manner
to
myself
.
The
confidence
he
had
thought
fit
to
repose
in
me
seemed
a
tribute
to
my
discretion
:
I
regarded
and
accepted
it
as
such
.
His
deportment
had
now
for
some
weeks
been
more
uniform
towards
me
than
at
the
first
.
I
never
seemed
in
his
way
;
he
did
not
take
fits
of
chilling
hauteur
:
when
he
met
me
unexpectedly
,
the
encounter
seemed
welcome
;
he
had
always
a
word
and
sometimes
a
smile
for
me
:
when
summoned
by
formal
invitation
to
his
presence
,
I
was
honoured
by
a
cordiality
of
reception
that
made
me
feel
I
really
possessed
the
power
to
amuse
him
,
and
that
these
evening
conferences
were
sought
as
much
for
his
pleasure
as
for
my
benefit
.
I
,
indeed
,
talked
comparatively
little
,
but
I
heard
him
talk
with
relish
.
It
was
his
nature
to
be
communicative
;
he
liked
to
open
to
a
mind
unacquainted
with
the
world
glimpses
of
its
scenes
and
ways
(
I
do
not
mean
its
corrupt
scenes
and
wicked
ways
,
but
such
as
derived
their
interest
from
the
great
scale
on
which
they
were
acted
,
the
strange
novelty
by
which
they
were
characterised
)
;
and
I
had
a
keen
delight
in
receiving
the
new
ideas
he
offered
,
in
imagining
the
new
pictures
he
portrayed
,
and
following
him
in
thought
through
the
new
regions
he
disclosed
,
never
startled
or
troubled
by
one
noxious
allusion
.
The
ease
of
his
manner
freed
me
from
painful
restraint
:
the
friendly
frankness
,
as
correct
as
cordial
,
with
which
he
treated
me
,
drew
me
to
him
.
I
felt
at
times
as
if
he
were
my
relation
rather
than
my
master
:
yet
he
was
imperious
sometimes
still
;
but
I
did
not
mind
that
;
I
saw
it
was
his
way
.
So
happy
,
so
gratified
did
I
become
with
this
new
interest
added
to
life
,
that
I
ceased
to
pine
after
kindred
:
my
thin
crescent-destiny
seemed
to
enlarge
;
the
blanks
of
existence
were
filled
up
;
my
bodily
health
improved
;
I
gathered
flesh
and
strength
.
And
was
Mr.
Rochester
now
ugly
in
my
eyes
?
No
,
reader
:
gratitude
,
and
many
associations
,
all
pleasurable
and
genial
,
made
his
face
the
object
I
best
liked
to
see
;
his
presence
in
a
room
was
more
cheering
than
the
brightest
fire
.
Yet
I
had
not
forgotten
his
faults
;
indeed
,
I
could
not
,
for
he
brought
them
frequently
before
me
.
He
was
proud
,
sardonic
,
harsh
to
inferiority
of
every
description
:
in
my
secret
soul
I
knew
that
his
great
kindness
to
me
was
balanced
by
unjust
severity
to
many
others
.
He
was
moody
,
too
;
unaccountably
so
;
I
more
than
once
,
when
sent
for
to
read
to
him
,
found
him
sitting
in
his
library
alone
,
with
his
head
bent
on
his
folded
arms
;
and
,
when
he
looked
up
,
a
morose
,
almost
a
malignant
,
scowl
blackened
his
features
.
But
I
believed
that
his
moodiness
,
his
harshness
,
and
his
former
faults
of
morality
(
I
say
former
,
for
now
he
seemed
corrected
of
them
)
had
their
source
in
some
cruel
cross
of
fate
.
I
believed
he
was
naturally
a
man
of
better
tendencies
,
higher
principles
,
and
purer
tastes
than
such
as
circumstances
had
developed
,
education
instilled
,
or
destiny
encouraged
.
I
thought
there
were
excellent
materials
in
him
;
though
for
the
present
they
hung
together
somewhat
spoiled
and
tangled
.
I
can
not
deny
that
I
grieved
for
his
grief
,
whatever
that
was
,
and
would
have
given
much
to
assuage
it
.
Though
I
had
now
extinguished
my
candle
and
was
laid
down
in
bed
,
I
could
not
sleep
for
thinking
of
his
look
when
he
paused
in
the
avenue
,
and
told
how
his
destiny
had
risen
up
before
him
,
and
dared
him
to
be
happy
at
Thornfield
.
