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"
Do
you
know
Mr.
Rochester
?
"
"
No
,
I
have
never
seen
him
.
"
"
He
is
not
resident
,
then
?
"
"
No
.
"
"
Can
you
tell
me
where
he
is
?
"
"
I
can
not
.
"
"
You
are
not
a
servant
at
the
hall
,
of
course
.
You
are
--
"
He
stopped
,
ran
his
eye
over
my
dress
,
which
,
as
usual
,
was
quite
simple
:
a
black
merino
cloak
,
a
black
beaver
bonnet
;
neither
of
them
half
fine
enough
for
a
lady
's
-
maid
.
He
seemed
puzzled
to
decide
what
I
was
;
I
helped
him
.
"
I
am
the
governess
.
"
"
Ah
,
the
governess
!
"
he
repeated
;
"
deuce
take
me
,
if
I
had
not
forgotten
!
The
governess
!
"
and
again
my
raiment
underwent
scrutiny
.
In
two
minutes
he
rose
from
the
stile
:
his
face
expressed
pain
when
he
tried
to
move
.
