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(with deference be it spoken) the contrast could not be much greater
between a sleek gander and a fierce falcon: between a meek sheep and
the rough-coated keen-eyed dog, its guardian.
He had spoken of Mr. Rochester as an old friend. A curious
friendship theirs must have been: a pointed illustration, indeed, of
the old adage that 'extremes meet.'
Two or three of the gentlemen sat near him, and I caught at times
scraps of their conversation across the room. At first I could not
make much sense of what I heard; for the discourse of Louisa Eshton
and Mary Ingram, who sat nearer to me, confused the fragmentary
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sentences that reached me at intervals. These last were discussing the
stranger; they both called him 'a beautiful man.' Louisa said he was
'a love of a creature,' and she 'adored him'; and Mary instanced his
'pretty little mouth, and nice nose,' as her ideal of the charming.
'And what a sweet-tempered forehead he hast' cried Louisa,- 'so
smooth- none of those frowning irregularities I dislike so much; and
such a placid eye and smile!'
And then, to my great relief, Mr. Henry Lynn summoned thomas kinkade painting