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"
What
character
did
I
act
?
My
own
?
"
"
No
;
some
unaccountable
one
.
In
short
,
I
believe
you
have
been
trying
to
draw
me
out
--
or
in
;
you
have
been
talking
nonsense
to
make
me
talk
nonsense
.
It
is
scarcely
fair
,
sir
.
"
"
Do
you
forgive
me
,
Jane
?
"
"
I
can
not
tell
till
I
have
thought
it
all
over
.
If
,
on
reflection
,
I
find
I
have
fallen
into
no
great
absurdity
,
I
shall
try
to
forgive
you
;
but
it
was
not
right
.
"
"
Oh
,
you
have
been
very
correct
--
very
careful
,
very
sensible
.
"
I
reflected
,
and
thought
,
on
the
whole
,
I
had
.
It
was
a
comfort
;
but
,
indeed
,
I
had
been
on
my
guard
almost
from
the
beginning
of
the
interview
.
Something
of
masquerade
I
suspected
.
I
knew
gipsies
and
fortune-tellers
did
not
express
themselves
as
this
seeming
old
woman
had
expressed
herself
;
besides
I
had
noted
her
feigned
voice
,
her
anxiety
to
conceal
her
features
.
But
my
mind
had
been
running
on
Grace
Poole
--
that
living
enigma
,
that
mystery
of
mysteries
,
as
I
considered
her
.
I
had
never
thought
of
Mr.
Rochester
.
"
Well
,
"
said
he
,
"
what
are
you
musing
about
?
What
does
that
grave
smile
signify
?
"
"
Wonder
and
self-congratulation
,
sir
.
I
have
your
permission
to
retire
now
,
I
suppose
?
"
"
No
;
stay
a
moment
;
and
tell
me
what
the
people
in
the
drawing-room
yonder
are
doing
.
"
