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He
,
for
it
was
a
man
,
turned
his
head
slowly
towards
where
I
stood
,
and
having
examined
me
with
the
two
inquisitive-looking
grey
eyes
which
twinkled
under
a
pair
of
bushy
brows
,
said
solemnly
,
and
in
a
bass
voice
,
"
Her
size
is
small
:
what
is
her
age
?
"
"
Ten
years
.
"
"
So
much
?
"
was
the
doubtful
answer
;
and
he
prolonged
his
scrutiny
for
some
minutes
.
Presently
he
addressed
me
--
"
Your
name
,
little
girl
?
"
"
Jane
Eyre
,
sir
.
"
In
uttering
these
words
I
looked
up
:
he
seemed
to
me
a
tall
gentleman
;
but
then
I
was
very
little
;
his
features
were
large
,
and
they
and
all
the
lines
of
his
frame
were
equally
harsh
and
prim
.
"
Well
,
Jane
Eyre
,
and
are
you
a
good
child
?
"
Impossible
to
reply
to
this
in
the
affirmative
:
my
little
world
held
a
contrary
opinion
:
I
was
silent
.
Mrs.
Reed
answered
for
me
by
an
expressive
shake
of
the
head
,
adding
soon
,
"
Perhaps
the
less
said
on
that
subject
the
better
,
Mr.
Brocklehurst
.
"
"
Sorry
indeed
to
hear
it
!
she
and
I
must
have
some
talk
;
"
and
bending
from
the
perpendicular
,
he
installed
his
person
in
the
arm-chair
opposite
Mrs.
Reed
's
.
"
Come
here
,
"
he
said
.
I
stepped
across
the
rug
;
he
placed
me
square
and
straight
before
him
.
What
a
face
he
had
,
now
that
it
was
almost
on
a
level
with
mine
!
what
a
great
nose
!
and
what
a
mouth
!
and
what
large
prominent
teeth
!
"
No
sight
so
sad
as
that
of
a
naughty
child
,
"
he
began
,
"
especially
a
naughty
little
girl
.
Do
you
know
where
the
wicked
go
after
death
?
"
