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"
There
,
sir
,
you
are
redd
up
and
made
decent
.
Now
I
'll
leave
you
:
I
have
been
travelling
these
last
three
days
,
and
I
believe
I
am
tired
.
Good
night
.
"
"
Just
one
word
,
Jane
:
were
there
only
ladies
in
the
house
where
you
have
been
?
"
I
laughed
and
made
my
escape
,
still
laughing
as
I
ran
upstairs
.
"
A
good
idea
!
"
I
thought
with
glee
.
"
I
see
I
have
the
means
of
fretting
him
out
of
his
melancholy
for
some
time
to
come
.
"
Very
early
the
next
morning
I
heard
him
up
and
astir
,
wandering
from
one
room
to
another
.
As
soon
as
Mary
came
down
I
heard
the
question
:
"
Is
Miss
Eyre
here
?
"
Then
:
"
Which
room
did
you
put
her
into
?
Was
it
dry
?
Is
she
up
?
Go
and
ask
if
she
wants
anything
;
and
when
she
will
come
down
.
"
I
came
down
as
soon
as
I
thought
there
was
a
prospect
of
breakfast
.
Entering
the
room
very
softly
,
I
had
a
view
of
him
before
he
discovered
my
presence
.
It
was
mournful
,
indeed
,
to
witness
the
subjugation
of
that
vigorous
spirit
to
a
corporeal
infirmity
.
He
sat
in
his
chair
--
still
,
but
not
at
rest
:
expectant
evidently
;
the
lines
of
now
habitual
sadness
marking
his
strong
features
.
His
countenance
reminded
one
of
a
lamp
quenched
,
waiting
to
be
re-lit
--
and
alas
!
it
was
not
himself
that
could
now
kindle
the
lustre
of
animated
expression
:
he
was
dependent
on
another
for
that
office
!
I
had
meant
to
be
gay
and
careless
,
but
the
powerlessness
of
the
strong
man
touched
my
heart
to
the
quick
:
still
I
accosted
him
with
what
vivacity
I
could
.
"
It
is
a
bright
,
sunny
morning
,
sir
,
"
I
said
.
"
The
rain
is
over
and
gone
,
and
there
is
a
tender
shining
after
it
:
you
shall
have
a
walk
soon
.
"
I
had
wakened
the
glow
:
his
features
beamed
.
"
Oh
,
you
are
indeed
there
,
my
skylark
!
Come
to
me
.
You
are
not
gone
:
not
vanished
?
I
heard
one
of
your
kind
an
hour
ago
,
singing
high
over
the
wood
:
but
its
song
had
no
music
for
me
,
any
more
than
the
rising
sun
had
rays
.
All
the
melody
on
earth
is
concentrated
in
my
Jane
's
tongue
to
my
ear
(
I
am
glad
it
is
not
naturally
a
silent
one
)
:
all
the
sunshine
I
can
feel
is
in
her
presence
.
"
The
water
stood
in
my
eyes
to
hear
this
avowal
of
his
dependence
;
just
as
if
a
royal
eagle
,
chained
to
a
perch
,
should
be
forced
to
entreat
a
sparrow
to
become
its
purveyor
.
But
I
would
not
be
lachrymose
:
I
dashed
off
the
salt
drops
,
and
busied
myself
with
preparing
breakfast
.
