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"
Take
a
seat
and
bear
me
company
,
Jane
:
please
God
,
it
is
the
last
meal
but
one
you
will
eat
at
Thornfield
Hall
for
a
long
time
.
"
I
sat
down
near
him
,
but
told
him
I
could
not
eat
.
"
Is
it
because
you
have
the
prospect
of
a
journey
before
you
,
Jane
?
Is
it
the
thoughts
of
going
to
London
that
takes
away
your
appetite
?
"
"
I
can
not
see
my
prospects
clearly
to-night
,
sir
;
and
I
hardly
know
what
thoughts
I
have
in
my
head
.
Everything
in
life
seems
unreal
.
"
"
Except
me
:
I
am
substantial
enough
--
touch
me
.
"
"
You
,
sir
,
are
the
most
phantom-like
of
all
:
you
are
a
mere
dream
.
"
He
held
out
his
hand
,
laughing
.
"
Is
that
a
dream
?
"
said
he
,
placing
it
close
to
my
eyes
.
He
had
a
rounded
,
muscular
,
and
vigorous
hand
,
as
well
as
a
long
,
strong
arm
.
"
Yes
;
though
I
touch
it
,
it
is
a
dream
,
"
said
I
,
as
I
put
it
down
from
before
my
face
.
"
Sir
,
have
you
finished
supper
?
"
"
Yes
,
Jane
.
"
I
rang
the
bell
and
ordered
away
the
tray
.
When
we
were
again
alone
,
I
stirred
the
fire
,
and
then
took
a
low
seat
at
my
master
's
knee
.
