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"Oh, qu' elle y sera mal--peu comfortable! And her clothes, they

ear out: how can she get new ones?"

Mr Rochester professed to be puzzled "Heel your brains for an expedient Hoould a

white or a pink cloud answer for a gown, do you think? And one

could cut a pretty enough scarf out of a rainbow"

"She is far better as she is," concluded Adele, afterwith only you in the

o with

you"

"She has consented: she has pledged her word"

"But you can't get her there; there is no road to the moon: it is

all air; and neither you nor she can fly"

"Adele, look at that field" We were now outside Thornfield gates,

and bowling lightly along the smooth road to Millcote, where the

dust ell laid by the thunderstores

and lofty tireen and rain-