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"
You
know
--
this
St.
John
Rivers
.
"
"
He
is
not
my
husband
,
nor
ever
will
be
.
He
does
not
love
me
:
I
do
not
love
him
.
He
loves
(
as
he
can
love
,
and
that
is
not
as
you
love
)
a
beautiful
young
lady
called
Rosamond
.
He
wanted
to
marry
me
only
because
he
thought
I
should
make
a
suitable
missionary
's
wife
,
which
she
would
not
have
done
.
He
is
good
and
great
,
but
severe
;
and
,
for
me
,
cold
as
an
iceberg
.
He
is
not
like
you
,
sir
:
I
am
not
happy
at
his
side
,
nor
near
him
,
nor
with
him
.
He
has
no
indulgence
for
me
--
no
fondness
.
He
sees
nothing
attractive
in
me
;
not
even
youth
--
only
a
few
useful
mental
points
.
--
Then
I
must
leave
you
,
sir
,
to
go
to
him
?
"
I
shuddered
involuntarily
,
and
clung
instinctively
closer
to
my
blind
but
beloved
master
.
He
smiled
.
"
What
,
Jane
!
Is
this
true
?
Is
such
really
the
state
of
matters
between
you
and
Rivers
?
"
"
Absolutely
,
sir
!
Oh
,
you
need
not
be
jealous
!
I
wanted
to
tease
you
a
little
to
make
you
less
sad
:
I
thought
anger
would
be
better
than
grief
.
But
if
you
wish
me
to
love
you
,
could
you
but
see
how
much
I
do
love
you
,
you
would
be
proud
and
content
.
All
my
heart
is
yours
,
sir
:
it
belongs
to
you
;
and
with
you
it
would
remain
,
were
fate
to
exile
the
rest
of
me
from
your
presence
for
ever
.
"
Again
,
as
he
kissed
me
,
painful
thoughts
darkened
his
aspect
.
"
My
scarred
vision
!
My
crippled
strength
!
"
he
murmured
regretfully
.
I
caressed
,
in
order
to
soothe
him
.
I
knew
of
what
he
was
thinking
,
and
wanted
to
speak
for
him
,
but
dared
not
.
As
he
turned
aside
his
face
a
minute
,
I
saw
a
tear
slide
from
under
the
sealed
eyelid
,
and
trickle
down
the
manly
cheek
.
My
heart
swelled
.
"
I
am
no
better
than
the
old
lightning-struck
chestnut-tree
in
Thornfield
orchard
,
"
he
remarked
ere
long
.
"
And
what
right
would
that
ruin
have
to
bid
a
budding
woodbine
cover
its
decay
with
freshness
?
"
"
You
are
no
ruin
,
sir
--
no
lightning-struck
tree
:
you
are
green
and
vigorous
.
Plants
will
grow
about
your
roots
,
whether
you
ask
them
or
not
,
because
they
take
delight
in
your
bountiful
shadow
;
and
as
they
grow
they
will
lean
towards
you
,
and
wind
round
you
,
because
your
strength
offers
them
so
safe
a
prop
.
"
