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Of
course
I
did
not
--
I
had
never
heard
of
him
before
;
but
the
old
lady
seemed
to
regard
his
existence
as
a
universally
understood
fact
,
with
which
everybody
must
be
acquainted
by
instinct
.
"
I
thought
,
"
I
continued
,
"
Thornfield
belonged
to
you
.
"
"
To
me
?
Bless
you
,
child
;
what
an
idea
!
To
me
!
I
am
only
the
housekeeper
--
the
manager
.
To
be
sure
I
am
distantly
related
to
the
Rochesters
by
the
mother
's
side
,
or
at
least
my
husband
was
;
he
was
a
clergyman
,
incumbent
of
Hay
--
that
little
village
yonder
on
the
hill
--
and
that
church
near
the
gates
was
his
.
The
present
Mr.
Rochester
's
mother
was
a
Fairfax
,
and
second
cousin
to
my
husband
:
but
I
never
presume
on
the
connection
--
in
fact
,
it
is
nothing
to
me
;
I
consider
myself
quite
in
the
light
of
an
ordinary
housekeeper
:
my
employer
is
always
civil
,
and
I
expect
nothing
more
.
"
"
And
the
little
girl
--
my
pupil
!
"
"
She
is
Mr.
Rochester
's
ward
;
he
commissioned
me
to
find
a
governess
for
her
.
He
intended
to
have
her
brought
up
in
--
shire
,
I
believe
.
Here
she
comes
,
with
her
'
bonne
,
'
as
she
calls
her
nurse
.
"
The
enigma
then
was
explained
:
this
affable
and
kind
little
widow
was
no
great
dame
;
but
a
dependant
like
myself
.
I
did
not
like
her
the
worse
for
that
;
on
the
contrary
,
I
felt
better
pleased
than
ever
.
The
equality
between
her
and
me
was
real
;
not
the
mere
result
of
condescension
on
her
part
:
so
much
the
better
--
my
position
was
all
the
freer
.
As
I
was
meditating
on
this
discovery
,
a
little
girl
,
followed
by
her
attendant
,
came
running
up
the
lawn
.
I
looked
at
my
pupil
,
who
did
not
at
first
appear
to
notice
me
:
she
was
quite
a
child
,
perhaps
seven
or
eight
years
old
,
slightly
built
,
with
a
pale
,
small-featured
face
,
and
a
redundancy
of
hair
falling
in
curls
to
her
waist
.
"
Good
morning
,
Miss
Adela
,
"
said
Mrs.
Fairfax
.
"
Come
and
speak
to
the
lady
who
is
to
teach
you
,
and
to
make
you
a
clever
woman
some
day
.
"
She
approached
.
"
C'est
le
ma
gouverante
!
"
said
she
,
pointing
to
me
,
and
addressing
her
nurse
;
who
answered
--
"
Mais
oui
,
certainement
.
"
"
Are
they
foreigners
?
"
I
inquired
,
amazed
at
hearing
the
French
language
.
