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While
arranging
my
hair
,
I
looked
at
my
face
in
the
glass
,
and
felt
it
was
no
longer
plain
:
there
was
hope
in
its
aspect
and
life
in
its
colour
;
and
my
eyes
seemed
as
if
they
had
beheld
the
fount
of
fruition
,
and
borrowed
beams
from
the
lustrous
ripple
.
I
had
often
been
unwilling
to
look
at
my
master
,
because
I
feared
he
could
not
be
pleased
at
my
look
;
but
I
was
sure
I
might
lift
my
face
to
his
now
,
and
not
cool
his
affection
by
its
expression
.
I
took
a
plain
but
clean
and
light
summer
dress
from
my
drawer
and
put
it
on
:
it
seemed
no
attire
had
ever
so
well
become
me
,
because
none
had
I
ever
worn
in
so
blissful
a
mood
.
I
was
not
surprised
,
when
I
ran
down
into
the
hall
,
to
see
that
a
brilliant
June
morning
had
succeeded
to
the
tempest
of
the
night
;
and
to
feel
,
through
the
open
glass
door
,
the
breathing
of
a
fresh
and
fragrant
breeze
.
Nature
must
be
gladsome
when
I
was
so
happy
.
A
beggar-woman
and
her
little
boy
--
pale
,
ragged
objects
both
--
were
coming
up
the
walk
,
and
I
ran
down
and
gave
them
all
the
money
I
happened
to
have
in
my
purse
--
some
three
or
four
shillings
:
good
or
bad
,
they
must
partake
of
my
jubilee
.
The
rooks
cawed
,
and
blither
birds
sang
;
but
nothing
was
so
merry
or
so
musical
as
my
own
rejoicing
heart
.
Mrs.
Fairfax
surprised
me
by
looking
out
of
the
window
with
a
sad
countenance
,
and
saying
gravely
--
"
Miss
Eyre
,
will
you
come
to
breakfast
?
"
During
the
meal
she
was
quiet
and
cool
:
but
I
could
not
undeceive
her
then
.
I
must
wait
for
my
master
to
give
explanations
;
and
so
must
she
.
I
ate
what
I
could
,
and
then
I
hastened
upstairs
.
I
met
Adele
leaving
the
schoolroom
.
"
Where
are
you
going
?
It
is
time
for
lessons
.
"
"
Mr.
Rochester
has
sent
me
away
to
the
nursery
.
"
"
Where
is
he
?
"
"
In
there
,
"
pointing
to
the
apartment
she
had
left
;
and
I
went
in
,
and
there
he
stood
.
"
Come
and
bid
me
good-morning
,
"
said
he
.
I
gladly
advanced
;
and
it
was
not
merely
a
cold
word
now
,
or
even
a
shake
of
the
hand
that
I
received
,
but
an
embrace
and
a
kiss
.
It
seemed
natural
:
it
seemed
genial
to
be
so
well
loved
,
so
caressed
by
him
.
"
Jane
,
you
look
blooming
,
and
smiling
,
and
pretty
,
"
said
he
:
"
truly
pretty
this
morning
.
Is
this
my
pale
,
little
elf
?
Is
this
my
mustard-seed
?
This
little
sunny-faced
girl
with
the
dimpled
cheek
and
rosy
lips
;
the
satin-smooth
hazel
hair
,
and
the
radiant
hazel
eyes
?
"
(
I
had
green
eyes
,
reader
;
but
you
must
excuse
the
mistake
:
for
him
they
were
new-dyed
,
I
suppose
.
)
"
It
is
Jane
Eyre
,
sir
.
"