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Because
,
when
she
failed
,
I
saw
how
she
might
have
succeeded
.
Arrows
that
continually
glanced
off
from
Mr.
Rochester
's
breast
and
fell
harmless
at
his
feet
,
might
,
I
knew
,
if
shot
by
a
surer
hand
,
have
quivered
keen
in
his
proud
heart
--
have
called
love
into
his
stern
eye
,
and
softness
into
his
sardonic
face
;
or
,
better
still
,
without
weapons
a
silent
conquest
might
have
been
won
.
"
Why
can
she
not
influence
him
more
,
when
she
is
privileged
to
draw
so
near
to
him
?
"
I
asked
myself
.
"
Surely
she
can
not
truly
like
him
,
or
not
like
him
with
true
affection
!
If
she
did
,
she
need
not
coin
her
smiles
so
lavishly
,
flash
her
glances
so
unremittingly
,
manufacture
airs
so
elaborate
,
graces
so
multitudinous
.
It
seems
to
me
that
she
might
,
by
merely
sitting
quietly
at
his
side
,
saying
little
and
looking
less
,
get
nigher
his
heart
.
I
have
seen
in
his
face
a
far
different
expression
from
that
which
hardens
it
now
while
she
is
so
vivaciously
accosting
him
;
but
then
it
came
of
itself
:
it
was
not
elicited
by
meretricious
arts
and
calculated
manoeuvres
;
and
one
had
but
to
accept
it
--
to
answer
what
he
asked
without
pretension
,
to
address
him
when
needful
without
grimace
--
and
it
increased
and
grew
kinder
and
more
genial
,
and
warmed
one
like
a
fostering
sunbeam
.
How
will
she
manage
to
please
him
when
they
are
married
?
I
do
not
think
she
will
manage
it
;
and
yet
it
might
be
managed
;
and
his
wife
might
,
I
verily
believe
,
be
the
very
happiest
woman
the
sun
shines
on
.
"
I
have
not
yet
said
anything
condemnatory
of
Mr.
Rochester
's
project
of
marrying
for
interest
and
connections
.
It
surprised
me
when
I
first
discovered
that
such
was
his
intention
:
I
had
thought
him
a
man
unlikely
to
be
influenced
by
motives
so
commonplace
in
his
choice
of
a
wife
;
but
the
longer
I
considered
the
position
,
education
,
etc.
,
of
the
parties
,
the
less
I
felt
justified
in
judging
and
blaming
either
him
or
Miss
Ingram
for
acting
in
conformity
to
ideas
and
principles
instilled
into
them
,
doubtless
,
from
their
childhood
.
All
their
class
held
these
principles
:
I
supposed
,
then
,
they
had
reasons
for
holding
them
such
as
I
could
not
fathom
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
,
were
I
a
gentleman
like
him
,
I
would
take
to
my
bosom
only
such
a
wife
as
I
could
love
;
but
the
very
obviousness
of
the
advantages
to
the
husband
's
own
happiness
offered
by
this
plan
convinced
me
that
there
must
be
arguments
against
its
general
adoption
of
which
I
was
quite
ignorant
:
otherwise
I
felt
sure
all
the
world
would
act
as
I
wished
to
act
.
But
in
other
points
,
as
well
as
this
,
I
was
growing
very
lenient
to
my
master
:
I
was
forgetting
all
his
faults
,
for
which
I
had
once
kept
a
sharp
look-out
.
It
had
formerly
been
my
endeavour
to
study
all
sides
of
his
character
:
to
take
the
bad
with
the
good
;
and
from
the
just
weighing
of
both
,
to
form
an
equitable
judgment
.
Now
I
saw
no
bad
.
The
sarcasm
that
had
repelled
,
the
harshness
that
had
startled
me
once
,
were
only
like
keen
condiments
in
a
choice
dish
:
their
presence
was
pungent
,
but
their
absence
would
be
felt
as
comparatively
insipid
.
And
as
for
the
vague
something
--
was
it
a
sinister
or
a
sorrowful
,
a
designing
or
a
desponding
expression
?
--
that
opened
upon
a
careful
observer
,
now
and
then
,
in
his
eye
,
and
closed
again
before
one
could
fathom
the
strange
depth
partially
disclosed
;
that
something
which
used
to
make
me
fear
and
shrink
,
as
if
I
had
been
wandering
amongst
volcanic-looking
hills
,
and
had
suddenly
felt
the
ground
quiver
and
seen
it
gape
:
that
something
,
I
,
at
intervals
,
beheld
still
;
and
with
throbbing
heart
,
but
not
with
palsied
nerves
.
Instead
of
wishing
to
shun
,
I
longed
only
to
dare
--
to
divine
it
;
and
I
thought
Miss
Ingram
happy
,
because
one
day
she
might
look
into
the
abyss
at
her
leisure
,
explore
its
secrets
and
analyse
their
nature
.
Meantime
,
while
I
thought
only
of
my
master
and
his
future
bride
--
saw
only
them
,
heard
only
their
discourse
,
and
considered
only
their
movements
of
importance
--
the
rest
of
the
party
were
occupied
with
their
own
separate
interests
and
pleasures
.
The
Ladies
Lynn
and
Ingram
continued
to
consort
in
solemn
conferences
,
where
they
nodded
their
two
turbans
at
each
other
,
and
held
up
their
four
hands
in
confronting
gestures
of
surprise
,
or
mystery
,
or
horror
,
according
to
the
theme
on
which
their
gossip
ran
,
like
a
pair
of
magnified
puppets
.
Mild
Mrs.
Dent
talked
with
good-natured
Mrs.
Eshton
;
and
the
two
sometimes
bestowed
a
courteous
word
or
smile
on
me
.
Sir
George
Lynn
,
Colonel
Dent
,
and
Mr.
Eshton
discussed
politics
,
or
county
affairs
,
or
justice
business
.
Lord
Ingram
flirted
with
Amy
Eshton
;
Louisa
played
and
sang
to
and
with
one
of
the
Messrs.
Lynn
;
and
Mary
Ingram
listened
languidly
to
the
gallant
speeches
of
the
other
.
Sometimes
all
,
as
with
one
consent
,
suspended
their
by-play
to
observe
and
listen
to
the
principal
actors
:
for
,
after
all
,
Mr.
Rochester
and
--
because
closely
connected
with
him
--
Miss
Ingram
were
the
life
and
soul
of
the
party
.
If
he
was
absent
from
the
room
an
hour
,
a
perceptible
dulness
seemed
to
steal
over
the
spirits
of
his
guests
;
and
his
re-entrance
was
sure
to
give
a
fresh
impulse
to
the
vivacity
of
conversation
.
The
want
of
his
animating
influence
appeared
to
be
peculiarly
felt
one
day
that
he
had
been
summoned
to
Millcote
on
business
,
and
was
not
likely
to
return
till
late
.
The
afternoon
was
wet
:
a
walk
the
party
had
proposed
to
take
to
see
a
gipsy
camp
,
lately
pitched
on
a
common
beyond
Hay
,
was
consequently
deferred
.
Some
of
the
gentlemen
were
gone
to
the
stables
:
the
younger
ones
,
together
with
the
younger
ladies
,
were
playing
billiards
in
the
billiard-room
.
The
dowagers
Ingram
and
Lynn
sought
solace
in
a
quiet
game
at
cards
.
Blanche
Ingram
,
after
having
repelled
,
by
supercilious
taciturnity
,
some
efforts
of
Mrs.
Dent
and
Mrs.
Eshton
to
draw
her
into
conversation
,
had
first
murmured
over
some
sentimental
tunes
and
airs
on
the
piano
,
and
then
,
having
fetched
a
novel
from
the
library
,
had
flung
herself
in
haughty
listlessness
on
a
sofa
,
and
prepared
to
beguile
,
by
the
spell
of
fiction
,
the
tedious
hours
of
absence
.
The
room
and
the
house
were
silent
:
only
now
and
then
the
merriment
of
the
billiard-players
was
heard
from
above
.
It
was
verging
on
dusk
,
and
the
clock
had
already
given
warning
of
the
hour
to
dress
for
dinner
,
when
little
Adele
,
who
knelt
by
me
in
the
drawing-room
window-seat
,
suddenly
exclaimed
--
