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"
I
beg
your
pardon
,
it
is
the
literal
truth
:
he
asked
me
more
than
once
,
and
was
as
stiff
about
urging
his
point
as
ever
you
could
be
.
"
"
Miss
Eyre
,
I
repeat
it
,
you
can
leave
me
.
How
often
am
I
to
say
the
same
thing
?
Why
do
you
remain
pertinaciously
perched
on
my
knee
,
when
I
have
given
you
notice
to
quit
?
"
"
Because
I
am
comfortable
there
.
"
"
No
,
Jane
,
you
are
not
comfortable
there
,
because
your
heart
is
not
with
me
:
it
is
with
this
cousin
--
this
St.
John
.
Oh
,
till
this
moment
,
I
thought
my
little
Jane
was
all
mine
!
I
had
a
belief
she
loved
me
even
when
she
left
me
:
that
was
an
atom
of
sweet
in
much
bitter
.
Long
as
we
have
been
parted
,
hot
tears
as
I
have
wept
over
our
separation
,
I
never
thought
that
while
I
was
mourning
her
,
she
was
loving
another
!
But
it
is
useless
grieving
.
Jane
,
leave
me
:
go
and
marry
Rivers
.
"
"
Shake
me
off
,
then
,
sir
,
--
push
me
away
,
for
I
'll
not
leave
you
of
my
own
accord
.
"
"
Jane
,
I
ever
like
your
tone
of
voice
:
it
still
renews
hope
,
it
sounds
so
truthful
.
When
I
hear
it
,
it
carries
me
back
a
year
.
I
forget
that
you
have
formed
a
new
tie
.
But
I
am
not
a
fool
--
go
--
"
"
Where
must
I
go
,
sir
?
"
"
Your
own
way
--
with
the
husband
you
have
chosen
.
"
"
Who
is
that
?
"
