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"
It
is
a
long
way
,
"
I
again
said
.
"
It
is
,
to
be
sure
;
and
when
you
get
to
Bitternutt
Lodge
,
Connaught
,
Ireland
,
I
shall
never
see
you
again
,
Jane
:
that
's
morally
certain
.
I
never
go
over
to
Ireland
,
not
having
myself
much
of
a
fancy
for
the
country
.
We
have
been
good
friends
,
Jane
;
have
we
not
?
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
And
when
friends
are
on
the
eve
of
separation
,
they
like
to
spend
the
little
time
that
remains
to
them
close
to
each
other
.
Come
!
we
'll
talk
over
the
voyage
and
the
parting
quietly
half-an-hour
or
so
,
while
the
stars
enter
into
their
shining
life
up
in
heaven
yonder
:
here
is
the
chestnut
tree
:
here
is
the
bench
at
its
old
roots
.
Come
,
we
will
sit
there
in
peace
to-night
,
though
we
should
never
more
be
destined
to
sit
there
together
.
"
He
seated
me
and
himself
.
"
It
is
a
long
way
to
Ireland
,
Janet
,
and
I
am
sorry
to
send
my
little
friend
on
such
weary
travels
:
but
if
I
ca
n't
do
better
,
how
is
it
to
be
helped
?
Are
you
anything
akin
to
me
,
do
you
think
,
Jane
?
"
I
could
risk
no
sort
of
answer
by
this
time
:
my
heart
was
still
.
"
Because
,
"
he
said
,
"
I
sometimes
have
a
queer
feeling
with
regard
to
you
--
especially
when
you
are
near
me
,
as
now
:
it
is
as
if
I
had
a
string
somewhere
under
my
left
ribs
,
tightly
and
inextricably
knotted
to
a
similar
string
situated
in
the
corresponding
quarter
of
your
little
frame
.
And
if
that
boisterous
Channel
,
and
two
hundred
miles
or
so
of
land
come
broad
between
us
,
I
am
afraid
that
cord
of
communion
will
be
snapt
;
and
then
I
've
a
nervous
notion
I
should
take
to
bleeding
inwardly
.
As
for
you
,
--
you
'd
forget
me
.
"
"
That
I
never
should
,
sir
:
You
know
--
"
Impossible
to
proceed
.
"
Jane
,
do
you
hear
that
nightingale
singing
in
the
wood
?
Listen
!
"
In
listening
,
I
sobbed
convulsively
;
for
I
could
repress
what
I
endured
no
longer
;
I
was
obliged
to
yield
,
and
I
was
shaken
from
head
to
foot
with
acute
distress
.
When
I
did
speak
,
it
was
only
to
express
an
impetuous
wish
that
I
had
never
been
born
,
or
never
come
to
Thornfield
.
