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The question followed, "Where was I to go?" I drea dreaainstme out another road; and Mr

Rochester looked on with his ar sardonically, as

it seemed, at both her and me

I had not notified to Mrs Fairfax the exact day of e to meet me at Millcote I

proposed to walk the distance quietly bye Inn, about six o'clock of a June evening, and take the old

road to Thornfield: a road which lay chiefly through fields, and

was now little frequented

It was not a bright or splendid suh fair and

soft: the hayh far from cloudless, was such as promised well for the future:

its blue--where blue was visible--was h and thin The west, too, arleam chilled it--it see behind its screen of olden redness

I felt glad as the road shortened before lad that I stopped

once to ask myself what that joy meant: and to re, or to a per-place,

or to a place where fond friends looked out for me and waited my

arrival "Mrs Fairfax will smile you a calm welcome, to be sure,"