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thomas kinkade picture 'Farewell, Miss Eyre, for the present; is that all?'
'Yes.'
'It seems stingy, to my notions, and dry, and unfriendly. I
should like something else: a little addition to the rite. If one
shook hands, for instance; but no- that would not content me either.
So you'll do no more than say Farewell, Jane?'
'It is enough, sir: as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty
word as in many.'
'Very likely; but it is blank and cool- "Farewell."'
'How long is he going to stand with his back against that door?'
I asked myself; 'I want to commence my packing.' The dinner-bell rang,
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and suddenly away he bolted, without another syllable: I saw him no
more during the day, and was off before he had risen in the morning.
I reached the lodge at Gateshead about five o'clock in the
afternoon of the first of May: I stepped in there before going up to
the hall. It was very clean and neat: the ornamental windows were hung
with little white curtains; the floor was spotless; the grate and
fire-irons were burnished bright, and the fire burnt clear. Bessie sat
on the hearth, nursing her last-born, and Robert and his sister played
quietly in a corner.
'Bless you!- I knew you would come!' exclaimed Mrs. Leaven, as I
entered.
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