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"
Let
her
come
to
me
,
"
I
entreated
:
"
she
will
,
perhaps
,
trouble
you
,
sir
:
there
is
plenty
of
room
on
this
side
.
"
He
handed
her
over
as
if
she
had
been
a
lapdog
.
"
I
'll
send
her
to
school
yet
,
"
he
said
,
but
now
he
was
smiling
.
Adele
heard
him
,
and
asked
if
she
was
to
go
to
school
"
sans
mademoiselle
?
"
"
Yes
,
"
he
replied
,
"
absolutely
sans
mademoiselle
;
for
I
am
to
take
mademoiselle
to
the
moon
,
and
there
I
shall
seek
a
cave
in
one
of
the
white
valleys
among
the
volcano-tops
,
and
mademoiselle
shall
live
with
me
there
,
and
only
me
.
"
"
She
will
have
nothing
to
eat
:
you
will
starve
her
,
"
observed
Adele
.
"
I
shall
gather
manna
for
her
morning
and
night
:
the
plains
and
hillsides
in
the
moon
are
bleached
with
manna
,
Adele
.
"
"
She
will
want
to
warm
herself
:
what
will
she
do
for
a
fire
?
"
"
Fire
rises
out
of
the
lunar
mountains
:
when
she
is
cold
,
I
'll
carry
her
up
to
a
peak
,
and
lay
her
down
on
the
edge
of
a
crater
.
"
"
Oh
,
qu
'
elle
y
sera
mal
--
peu
comfortable
!
And
her
clothes
,
they
will
wear
out
:
how
can
she
get
new
ones
?
"
Mr.
Rochester
professed
to
be
puzzled
.
"
Hem
!
"
said
he
.
"
What
would
you
do
,
Adele
?
Cudgel
your
brains
for
an
expedient
.
How
would
a
white
or
a
pink
cloud
answer
for
a
gown
,
do
you
think
?
And
one
could
cut
a
pretty
enough
scarf
out
of
a
rainbow
.
"
