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The
voice
of
Mrs.
Fairfax
,
speaking
to
a
servant
in
the
hall
,
wakened
you
:
and
how
curiously
you
smiled
to
and
at
yourself
,
Janet
!
There
was
much
sense
in
your
smile
:
it
was
very
shrewd
,
and
seemed
to
make
light
of
your
own
abstraction
.
It
seemed
to
say
--
'
My
fine
visions
are
all
very
well
,
but
I
must
not
forget
they
are
absolutely
unreal
.
I
have
a
rosy
sky
and
a
green
flowery
Eden
in
my
brain
;
but
without
,
I
am
perfectly
aware
,
lies
at
my
feet
a
rough
tract
to
travel
,
and
around
me
gather
black
tempests
to
encounter
.
'
You
ran
downstairs
and
demanded
of
Mrs.
Fairfax
some
occupation
:
the
weekly
house
accounts
to
make
up
,
or
something
of
that
sort
,
I
think
it
was
.
I
was
vexed
with
you
for
getting
out
of
my
sight
.
"
Impatiently
I
waited
for
evening
,
when
I
might
summon
you
to
my
presence
.
An
unusual
--
to
me
--
a
perfectly
new
character
I
suspected
was
yours
:
I
desired
to
search
it
deeper
and
know
it
better
.
You
entered
the
room
with
a
look
and
air
at
once
shy
and
independent
:
you
were
quaintly
dressed
--
much
as
you
are
now
.
I
made
you
talk
:
ere
long
I
found
you
full
of
strange
contrasts
.
Your
garb
and
manner
were
restricted
by
rule
;
your
air
was
often
diffident
,
and
altogether
that
of
one
refined
by
nature
,
but
absolutely
unused
to
society
,
and
a
good
deal
afraid
of
making
herself
disadvantageously
conspicuous
by
some
solecism
or
blunder
;
yet
when
addressed
,
you
lifted
a
keen
,
a
daring
,
and
a
glowing
eye
to
your
interlocutor
's
face
:
there
was
penetration
and
power
in
each
glance
you
gave
;
when
plied
by
close
questions
,
you
found
ready
and
round
answers
.
Very
soon
you
seemed
to
get
used
to
me
:
I
believe
you
felt
the
existence
of
sympathy
between
you
and
your
grim
and
cross
master
,
Jane
;
for
it
was
astonishing
to
see
how
quickly
a
certain
pleasant
ease
tranquillised
your
manner
:
snarl
as
I
would
,
you
showed
no
surprise
,
fear
,
annoyance
,
or
displeasure
at
my
moroseness
;
you
watched
me
,
and
now
and
then
smiled
at
me
with
a
simple
yet
sagacious
grace
I
can
not
describe
.
I
was
at
once
content
and
stimulated
with
what
I
saw
:
I
liked
what
I
had
seen
,
and
wished
to
see
more
.
Yet
,
for
a
long
time
,
I
treated
you
distantly
,
and
sought
your
company
rarely
.
I
was
an
intellectual
epicure
,
and
wished
to
prolong
the
gratification
of
making
this
novel
and
piquant
acquaintance
:
besides
,
I
was
for
a
while
troubled
with
a
haunting
fear
that
if
I
handled
the
flower
freely
its
bloom
would
fade
--
the
sweet
charm
of
freshness
would
leave
it
.
I
did
not
then
know
that
it
was
no
transitory
blossom
,
but
rather
the
radiant
resemblance
of
one
,
cut
in
an
indestructible
gem
.
Moreover
,
I
wished
to
see
whether
you
would
seek
me
if
I
shunned
you
--
but
you
did
not
;
you
kept
in
the
schoolroom
as
still
as
your
own
desk
and
easel
;
if
by
chance
I
met
you
,
you
passed
me
as
soon
,
and
with
as
little
token
of
recognition
,
as
was
consistent
with
respect
.
Your
habitual
expression
in
those
days
,
Jane
,
was
a
thoughtful
look
;
not
despondent
,
for
you
were
not
sickly
;
but
not
buoyant
,
for
you
had
little
hope
,
and
no
actual
pleasure
.
I
wondered
what
you
thought
of
me
,
or
if
you
ever
thought
of
me
,
and
resolved
to
find
this
out
.
"
I
resumed
my
notice
of
you
.
There
was
something
glad
in
your
glance
,
and
genial
in
your
manner
,
when
you
conversed
:
I
saw
you
had
a
social
heart
;
it
was
the
silent
schoolroom
--
it
was
the
tedium
of
your
life
--
that
made
you
mournful
.
I
permitted
myself
the
delight
of
being
kind
to
you
;
kindness
stirred
emotion
soon
:
your
face
became
soft
in
expression
,
your
tones
gentle
;
I
liked
my
name
pronounced
by
your
lips
in
a
grateful
happy
accent
.
I
used
to
enjoy
a
chance
meeting
with
you
,
Jane
,
at
this
time
:
there
was
a
curious
hesitation
in
your
manner
:
you
glanced
at
me
with
a
slight
trouble
--
a
hovering
doubt
:
you
did
not
know
what
my
caprice
might
be
--
whether
I
was
going
to
play
the
master
and
be
stern
,
or
the
friend
and
be
benignant
.
I
was
now
too
fond
of
you
often
to
simulate
the
first
whim
;
and
,
when
I
stretched
my
hand
out
cordially
,
such
bloom
and
light
and
bliss
rose
to
your
young
,
wistful
features
,
I
had
much
ado
often
to
avoid
straining
you
then
and
there
to
my
heart
.
"
"
Do
n't
talk
any
more
of
those
days
,
sir
,
"
I
interrupted
,
furtively
dashing
away
some
tears
from
my
eyes
;
his
language
was
torture
to
me
;
for
I
knew
what
I
must
do
--
and
do
soon
--
and
all
these
reminiscences
,
and
these
revelations
of
his
feelings
only
made
my
work
more
difficult
.
"
No
,
Jane
,
"
he
returned
:
"
what
necessity
is
there
to
dwell
on
the
Past
,
when
the
Present
is
so
much
surer
--
the
Future
so
much
brighter
?
"
I
shuddered
to
hear
the
infatuated
assertion
.
"
You
see
now
how
the
case
stands
--
do
you
not
?
"
he
continued
.
"
After
a
youth
and
manhood
passed
half
in
unutterable
misery
and
half
in
dreary
solitude
,
I
have
for
the
first
time
found
what
I
can
truly
love
--
I
have
found
you
.
You
are
my
sympathy
--
my
better
self
--
my
good
angel
.
I
am
bound
to
you
with
a
strong
attachment
.
I
think
you
good
,
gifted
,
lovely
:
a
fervent
,
a
solemn
passion
is
conceived
in
my
heart
;
it
leans
to
you
,
draws
you
to
my
centre
and
spring
of
life
,
wraps
my
existence
about
you
,
and
,
kindling
in
pure
,
powerful
flame
,
fuses
you
and
me
in
one
.
