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When
thus
alone
,
I
not
unfrequently
heard
Grace
Poole
's
laugh
:
the
same
peal
,
the
same
low
,
slow
ha
!
ha
!
which
,
when
first
heard
,
had
thrilled
me
:
I
heard
,
too
,
her
eccentric
murmurs
;
stranger
than
her
laugh
.
There
were
days
when
she
was
quite
silent
;
but
there
were
others
when
I
could
not
account
for
the
sounds
she
made
.
Sometimes
I
saw
her
:
she
would
come
out
of
her
room
with
a
basin
,
or
a
plate
,
or
a
tray
in
her
hand
,
go
down
to
the
kitchen
and
shortly
return
,
generally
(
oh
,
romantic
reader
,
forgive
me
for
telling
the
plain
truth
!
)
bearing
a
pot
of
porter
.
Her
appearance
always
acted
as
a
damper
to
the
curiosity
raised
by
her
oral
oddities
:
hard-featured
and
staid
,
she
had
no
point
to
which
interest
could
attach
.
I
made
some
attempts
to
draw
her
into
conversation
,
but
she
seemed
a
person
of
few
words
:
a
monosyllabic
reply
usually
cut
short
every
effort
of
that
sort
.
The
other
members
of
the
household
,
viz
.
,
John
and
his
wife
,
Leah
the
housemaid
,
and
Sophie
the
French
nurse
,
were
decent
people
;
but
in
no
respect
remarkable
;
with
Sophie
I
used
to
talk
French
,
and
sometimes
I
asked
her
questions
about
her
native
country
;
but
she
was
not
of
a
descriptive
or
narrative
turn
,
and
generally
gave
such
vapid
and
confused
answers
as
were
calculated
rather
to
check
than
encourage
inquiry
.
October
,
November
,
December
passed
away
.
One
afternoon
in
January
,
Mrs.
Fairfax
had
begged
a
holiday
for
Adele
,
because
she
had
a
cold
;
and
,
as
Adele
seconded
the
request
with
an
ardour
that
reminded
me
how
precious
occasional
holidays
had
been
to
me
in
my
own
childhood
,
I
accorded
it
,
deeming
that
I
did
well
in
showing
pliability
on
the
point
.
It
was
a
fine
,
calm
day
,
though
very
cold
;
I
was
tired
of
sitting
still
in
the
library
through
a
whole
long
morning
:
Mrs.
Fairfax
had
just
written
a
letter
which
was
waiting
to
be
posted
,
so
I
put
on
my
bonnet
and
cloak
and
volunteered
to
carry
it
to
Hay
;
the
distance
,
two
miles
,
would
be
a
pleasant
winter
afternoon
walk
.
Having
seen
Adele
comfortably
seated
in
her
little
chair
by
Mrs.
Fairfax
's
parlour
fireside
,
and
given
her
her
best
wax
doll
(
which
I
usually
kept
enveloped
in
silver
paper
in
a
drawer
)
to
play
with
,
and
a
story-book
for
change
of
amusement
;
and
having
replied
to
her
"
Revenez
bientot
,
ma
bonne
amie
,
ma
chere
Mdlle
.
Jeannette
,
"
with
a
kiss
I
set
out
.
The
ground
was
hard
,
the
air
was
still
,
my
road
was
lonely
;
I
walked
fast
till
I
got
warm
,
and
then
I
walked
slowly
to
enjoy
and
analyse
the
species
of
pleasure
brooding
for
me
in
the
hour
and
situation
.
It
was
three
o'clock
;
the
church
bell
tolled
as
I
passed
under
the
belfry
:
the
charm
of
the
hour
lay
in
its
approaching
dimness
,
in
the
low-gliding
and
pale-beaming
sun
.
I
was
a
mile
from
Thornfield
,
in
a
lane
noted
for
wild
roses
in
summer
,
for
nuts
and
blackberries
in
autumn
,
and
even
now
possessing
a
few
coral
treasures
in
hips
and
haws
,
but
whose
best
winter
delight
lay
in
its
utter
solitude
and
leafless
repose
.
If
a
breath
of
air
stirred
,
it
made
no
sound
here
;
for
there
was
not
a
holly
,
not
an
evergreen
to
rustle
,
and
the
stripped
hawthorn
and
hazel
bushes
were
as
still
as
the
white
,
worn
stones
which
causewayed
the
middle
of
the
path
.
Far
and
wide
,
on
each
side
,
there
were
only
fields
,
where
no
cattle
now
browsed
;
and
the
little
brown
birds
,
which
stirred
occasionally
in
the
hedge
,
looked
like
single
russet
leaves
that
had
forgotten
to
drop
.
This
lane
inclined
up-hill
all
the
way
to
Hay
;
having
reached
the
middle
,
I
sat
down
on
a
stile
which
led
thence
into
a
field
.
Gathering
my
mantle
about
me
,
and
sheltering
my
hands
in
my
muff
,
I
did
not
feel
the
cold
,
though
it
froze
keenly
;
as
was
attested
by
a
sheet
of
ice
covering
the
causeway
,
where
a
little
brooklet
,
now
congealed
,
had
overflowed
after
a
rapid
thaw
some
days
since
.
From
my
seat
I
could
look
down
on
Thornfield
:
the
grey
and
battlemented
hall
was
the
principal
object
in
the
vale
below
me
;
its
woods
and
dark
rookery
rose
against
the
west
.
I
lingered
till
the
sun
went
down
amongst
the
trees
,
and
sank
crimson
and
clear
behind
them
.
I
then
turned
eastward
.
On
the
hill-top
above
me
sat
the
rising
moon
;
pale
yet
as
a
cloud
,
but
brightening
momentarily
,
she
looked
over
Hay
,
which
,
half
lost
in
trees
,
sent
up
a
blue
smoke
from
its
few
chimneys
:
it
was
yet
a
mile
distant
,
but
in
the
absolute
hush
I
could
hear
plainly
its
thin
murmurs
of
life
.
My
ear
,
too
,
felt
the
flow
of
currents
;
in
what
dales
and
depths
I
could
not
tell
:
but
there
were
many
hills
beyond
Hay
,
and
doubtless
many
becks
threading
their
passes
.
That
evening
calm
betrayed
alike
the
tinkle
of
the
nearest
streams
,
the
sough
of
the
most
remote
.
A
rude
noise
broke
on
these
fine
ripplings
and
whisperings
,
at
once
so
far
away
and
so
clear
:
a
positive
tramp
,
tramp
,
a
metallic
clatter
,
which
effaced
the
soft
wave-wanderings
;
as
,
in
a
picture
,
the
solid
mass
of
a
crag
,
or
the
rough
boles
of
a
great
oak
,
drawn
in
dark
and
strong
on
the
foreground
,
efface
the
aerial
distance
of
azure
hill
,
sunny
horizon
,
and
blended
clouds
where
tint
melts
into
tint
.
The
din
was
on
the
causeway
:
a
horse
was
coming
;
the
windings
of
the
lane
yet
hid
it
,
but
it
approached
.
I
was
just
leaving
the
stile
;
yet
,
as
the
path
was
narrow
,
I
sat
still
to
let
it
go
by
.
In
those
days
I
was
young
,
and
all
sorts
of
fancies
bright
and
dark
tenanted
my
mind
:
the
memories
of
nursery
stories
were
there
amongst
other
rubbish
;
and
when
they
recurred
,
maturing
youth
added
to
them
a
vigour
and
vividness
beyond
what
childhood
could
give
.
