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"
Sit
,
"
he
said
;
"
the
bench
is
long
enough
for
two
.
You
do
n't
hesitate
to
take
a
place
at
my
side
,
do
you
?
Is
that
wrong
,
Jane
?
"
I
answered
him
by
assuming
it
:
to
refuse
would
,
I
felt
,
have
been
unwise
.
"
Now
,
my
little
friend
,
while
the
sun
drinks
the
dew
--
while
all
the
flowers
in
this
old
garden
awake
and
expand
,
and
the
birds
fetch
their
young
ones
'
breakfast
out
of
the
Thornfield
,
and
the
early
bees
do
their
first
spell
of
work
--
I
'll
put
a
case
to
you
,
which
you
must
endeavour
to
suppose
your
own
:
but
first
,
look
at
me
,
and
tell
me
you
are
at
ease
,
and
not
fearing
that
I
err
in
detaining
you
,
or
that
you
err
in
staying
.
"
"
No
,
sir
;
I
am
content
.
"
"
Well
then
,
Jane
,
call
to
aid
your
fancy
:
-
suppose
you
were
no
longer
a
girl
well
reared
and
disciplined
,
but
a
wild
boy
indulged
from
childhood
upwards
;
imagine
yourself
in
a
remote
foreign
land
;
conceive
that
you
there
commit
a
capital
error
,
no
matter
of
what
nature
or
from
what
motives
,
but
one
whose
consequences
must
follow
you
through
life
and
taint
all
your
existence
.
Mind
,
I
do
n't
say
a
crime
;
I
am
not
speaking
of
shedding
of
blood
or
any
other
guilty
act
,
which
might
make
the
perpetrator
amenable
to
the
law
:
my
word
is
error
.
The
results
of
what
you
have
done
become
in
time
to
you
utterly
insupportable
;
you
take
measures
to
obtain
relief
:
unusual
measures
,
but
neither
unlawful
nor
culpable
.
Still
you
are
miserable
;
for
hope
has
quitted
you
on
the
very
confines
of
life
:
your
sun
at
noon
darkens
in
an
eclipse
,
which
you
feel
will
not
leave
it
till
the
time
of
setting
.
Bitter
and
base
associations
have
become
the
sole
food
of
your
memory
:
you
wander
here
and
there
,
seeking
rest
in
exile
:
happiness
in
pleasure
--
I
mean
in
heartless
,
sensual
pleasure
--
such
as
dulls
intellect
and
blights
feeling
.
Heart-weary
and
soul-withered
,
you
come
home
after
years
of
voluntary
banishment
:
you
make
a
new
acquaintance
--
how
or
where
no
matter
:
you
find
in
this
stranger
much
of
the
good
and
bright
qualities
which
you
have
sought
for
twenty
years
,
and
never
before
encountered
;
and
they
are
all
fresh
,
healthy
,
without
soil
and
without
taint
.
Such
society
revives
,
regenerates
:
you
feel
better
days
come
back
--
higher
wishes
,
purer
feelings
;
you
desire
to
recommence
your
life
,
and
to
spend
what
remains
to
you
of
days
in
a
way
more
worthy
of
an
immortal
being
.
To
attain
this
end
,
are
you
justified
in
overleaping
an
obstacle
of
custom
--
a
mere
conventional
impediment
which
neither
your
conscience
sanctifies
nor
your
judgment
approves
?
"
He
paused
for
an
answer
:
and
what
was
I
to
say
?
Oh
,
for
some
good
spirit
to
suggest
a
judicious
and
satisfactory
response
!
Vain
aspiration
!
The
west
wind
whispered
in
the
ivy
round
me
;
but
no
gentle
Ariel
borrowed
its
breath
as
a
medium
of
speech
:
the
birds
sang
in
the
tree-tops
;
but
their
song
,
however
sweet
,
was
inarticulate
.
Again
Mr.
Rochester
propounded
his
query
:
"
Is
the
wandering
and
sinful
,
but
now
rest-seeking
and
repentant
,
man
justified
in
daring
the
world
's
opinion
,
in
order
to
attach
to
him
for
ever
this
gentle
,
gracious
,
genial
stranger
,
thereby
securing
his
own
peace
of
mind
and
regeneration
of
life
?
"
