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'A good idea!' I thought with glee. 'I see I have the means of
fretting him out of his melancholy for some time to come.'
Very early the next morning I heard him up and astir, wandering
from one room to another. As soon as Mary came down I heard the
question: 'Is Miss Eyre here?' Then: 'Which room did you put her into?
Was it dry? Is she up? Go and ask if she wants anything; and when
she will come down.'
I came down as soon as I thought there was a prospect of breakfast.
Entering the room very softly, I had a view of him before he
discovered my presence. It was mournful, indeed, to witness the
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subjugation of that vigorous spirit to a corporeal infirmity. He sat
in his chair- still, but not at rest: expectant evidently; the lines
of now habitual sadness marking his strong features. His countenance
reminded one of a lamp quenched, waiting to be re-lit- and alas! it
was not himself that could now kindle the lustre of animated
expression: he was dependent on another for that office! I had meant
to be gay and careless, but the powerlessness of the strong man
touched my heart to the quick: still I accosted him with what vivacity
I could.
'It is a bright, sunny morning, sir,' I said. 'The rain is over and mona lisa painting