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Rochester,' she made a movement as if tempted to order me away. I
remember her appearance at the moment- it was very graceful and very
striking: she wore a morning robe of sky-blue crape; a gauzy azure
scarf was twisted in her hair. She had been all animation with the
game, and irritated pride did not lower the expression of her
haughty lineaments.
'Does that person want you?' she inquired of Mr. Rochester; and Mr.
Rochester turned to see who the 'person' was. He made a curious
grimace- one of his strange and equivocal demonstrations- threw down
his cue and followed me from the room.
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'Well, Jane?' he said, as he rested his back against the
school-room door, which he had shut.
'If you please, sir, I want leave of absence for a week or two.'
'What to do?- where to go?'
'To see a sick lady who has sent for me.'
'What sick lady?- where does she live?'
for people to see her that distance?'
'Her name is Reed sir- Mrs. Reed.'
'Reed of Gateshead? There was a Reed of Gateshead, a magistrate.'
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