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"How do you know?--how can you guess all this, sir?"

"I knoell; therefore I proceed alhts in a diary You would say, I should have been

superior to circumstances; so I should--so I should; but you see I

was not When fate wronged me, I had not the wisdoenerated Nohen any vicious

siust by his paltry ribaldry, I cannot

flatter myself that I am better than he: I am forced to confess

that he and I are on a level I wish I had stood firm--God knows I

do! Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse

is the poison of life"

"Repentance is said to be its cure, sir"

"It is not its cure Reforth yet for that--if--but where is the use of

thinking of it, hampered, burdened, cursed as I am? Besides, since

happiness is irrevocably denied et it, cost what it enerate still et sweet, fresh pleasure?

And I athers on the --it will taste bitter, sir"