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"

Your

fortune

is

yet

doubtful

:

when

I

examined

your

face

,

one

trait

contradicted

another

.

Chance

has

meted

you

a

measure

of

happiness

:

that

I

know

.

I

knew

it

before

I

came

here

this

evening

.

She

has

laid

it

carefully

on

one

side

for

you

.

I

saw

her

do

it

.

It

depends

on

yourself

to

stretch

out

your

hand

,

and

take

it

up

:

but

whether

you

will

do

so

,

is

the

problem

I

study

.

Kneel

again

on

the

rug

.

"

"

Do

n't

keep

me

long

;

the

fire

scorches

me

.

"

I

knelt

.

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She

did

not

stoop

towards

me

,

but

only

gazed

,

leaning

back

in

her

chair

.

She

began

muttering

,

--

"

The

flame

flickers

in

the

eye

;

the

eye

shines

like

dew

;

it

looks

soft

and

full

of

feeling

;

it

smiles

at

my

jargon

:

it

is

susceptible

;

impression

follows

impression

through

its

clear

sphere

;

where

it

ceases

to

smile

,

it

is

sad

;

an

unconscious

lassitude

weighs

on

the

lid

:

that

signifies

melancholy

resulting

from

loneliness

.

It

turns

from

me

;

it

will

not

suffer

further

scrutiny

;

it

seems

to

deny

,

by

a

mocking

glance

,

the

truth

of

the

discoveries

I

have

already

made

,

--

to

disown

the

charge

both

of

sensibility

and

chagrin

:

its

pride

and

reserve

only

confirm

me

in

my

opinion

.

The

eye

is

favourable

.

"

As

to

the

mouth

,

it

delights

at

times

in

laughter

;

it

is

disposed

to

impart

all

that

the

brain

conceives

;

though

I

daresay

it

would

be

silent

on

much

the

heart

experiences

.

Mobile

and

flexible

,

it

was

never

intended

to

be

compressed

in

the

eternal

silence

of

solitude

:

it

is

a

mouth

which

should

speak

much

and

smile

often

,

and

have

human

affection

for

its

interlocutor

.

That

feature

too

is

propitious

.

"

I

see

no

enemy

to

a

fortunate

issue

but

in

the

brow

;

and

that

brow

professes

to

say

,

--

'

I

can

live

alone

,

if

self-respect

,

and

circumstances

require

me

so

to

do

.

I

need

not

sell

my

soul

to

buy

bliss

.

I

have

an

inward

treasure

born

with

me

,

which

can

keep

me

alive

if

all

extraneous

delights

should

be

withheld

,

or

offered

only

at

a

price

I

can

not

afford

to

give

.

'

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The

forehead

declares

,

'

Reason

sits

firm

and

holds

the

reins

,

and

she

will

not

let

the

feelings

burst

away

and

hurry

her

to

wild

chasms

.

The

passions

may

rage

furiously

,

like

true

heathens

,

as

they

are

;

and

the

desires

may

imagine

all

sorts

of

vain

things

:

but

judgment

shall

still

have

the

last

word

in

every

argument

,

and

the

casting

vote

in

every

decision

.

Strong

wind

,

earthquake-shock

,

and

fire

may

pass

by

:

but

I

shall

follow

the

guiding

of

that

still

small

voice

which

interprets

the

dictates

of

conscience

.

'

"

Well

said

,

forehead

;

your

declaration

shall

be

respected

.

I

have

formed

my

plans

--

right

plans

I

deem

them

--

and

in

them

I

have

attended

to

the

claims

of

conscience

,

the

counsels

of

reason

.

I

know

how

soon

youth

would

fade

and

bloom

perish

,

if

,

in

the

cup

of

bliss

offered

,

but

one

dreg

of

shame

,

or

one

flavour

of

remorse

were

detected

;

and

I

do

not

want

sacrifice

,

sorrow

,

dissolution

--

such

is

not

my

taste

.

I

wish

to

foster

,

not

to

blight

--

to

earn

gratitude

,

not

to

wring

tears

of

blood

--

no

,

nor

of

brine

:

my

harvest

must

be

in

smiles

,

in

endearments

,

in

sweet

--

That

will

do

.

I

think

I

rave

in

a

kind

of

exquisite

delirium

.

I

should

wish

now

to

protract

this

moment

ad

infinitum

;

but

I

dare

not

.

So

far

I

have

governed

myself

thoroughly

.

I

have

acted

as

I

inwardly

swore

I

would

act

;

but

further

might

try

me

beyond

my

strength

.

Rise

,

Miss

Eyre

:

leave

me

;

the

play

is

played

out

'

.

"

Where

was

I

?

Did

I

wake

or

sleep

?

Had

I

been

dreaming

?

Did

I

dream

still

?

The

old

woman

's

voice

had

changed

:

her

accent

,

her

gesture

,

and

all

were

familiar

to

me

as

my

own

face

in

a

glass

--

as

the

speech

of

my

own

tongue

.

I

got

up

,

but

did

not

go

.

I

looked

;

I

stirred

the

fire

,

and

I

looked

again

:

but

she

drew

her

bonnet

and

her

bandage

closer

about

her

face

,

and

again

beckoned

me

to

depart

.

The

flame

illuminated

her

hand

stretched

out

:

roused

now

,

and

on

the

alert

for

discoveries

,

I

at

once

noticed

that

hand

.

It

was

no

more

the

withered

limb

of

eld

than

my

own

;

it

was

a

rounded

supple

member

,

with

smooth

fingers

,

symmetrically

turned

;

a

broad

ring

flashed

on

the

little

finger

,

and

stooping

forward

,

I

looked

at

it

,

and

saw

a

gem

I

had

seen

a

hundred

times

before

.

Again

I

looked

at

the

face

;

which

was

no

longer

turned

from

me

--

on

the

contrary

,

the

bonnet

was

doffed

,

the

bandage

displaced

,

the

head

advanced

.

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