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slippery as an eel this last month, and as thorny as a briar-rose? I
could not lay a finger anywhere but I was pricked; and now I seem to
have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms. You wandered out of the fold
to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?'
'I wanted you: but don't boast. Here we are at Thornfield: now
let me get down.'
He landed me on the pavement. As John took his horse, and he
followed me into the hall, he told me to make haste and put
something dry on, and then return to him in the library; and he
stopped me, as I made for the staircase, to extort a promise that I
would not be long: nor was I long; in five minutes I rejoined him. I
found him at supper.
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'Take a seat and bear me company, Jane: please God, it is the
last meal but one you will eat at Thornfield Hall for a long time.'
I sat down near him, but told him I could not eat.
'Is it because you have the prospect of a journey before you, Jane?
Is it the thoughts of going to London that takes away your appetite?'
'I cannot see my prospects clearly to-night, sir; and I hardly know
what thoughts I have in my head. Everything in life seems unreal.'
'Except me: I am substantial enough- touch me.'
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