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"It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my

little friend on such weary travels: but if I can't do better, how

is it to be helped? Are you anything akin to me, do you think,

Jane?"

I could risk no sort of answer by this time: my heart was still

"Because," he said, "I soard to

you--especially when you are nearsohtly and inextricably

knotted to a si quarter of

your little frame And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred

miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of

communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should

take to bleeding inwardly As for you,--you'd forget me"

"That I NEVER should, sir: you know--" Iale singing in the wood? Listen!"

In listening, I sobbed convulsively; for I could repress what I

endured no longer; I was obliged to yield, and I was shaken from

head to foot with acute distress When I did speak, it was only to

express an impetuous wish that I had never been born, or never come

to Thornfield