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What was their beauty to me in a few weeks? Giacinta was unprincipled and violent: I tired of her in three months.

Clara was honest and quiet; but heavy, mindless, and unimpressible: not one whit to my taste.

I was glad to give her a sufficient sum to set her up in a good line of business, and so get decently rid of her.

But, Jane, I see by your face you are not forming a very favourable opinion of me just now.

You think me an unfeeling, loose-principled rake: don't you?"

"I don't like you so well as I have done sometimes, indeed, sir. Did it not seem to you in the least wrong to live in that way, first with one mistress and then another? You talk of it as a mere matter of course."

"It was with me; and I did not like it.

It was a grovelling fashion of existence: I should never like to return to it.

Hiring a mistress is the next worse thing to buying a slave: both are often by nature, and always by position, inferior: and to live familiarly with inferiors is degrading.

I now hate the recollection of the time I passed with Céline, Giacinta, and Clara."

I felt the truth of these words; and I drew from them the certain inference, that if I were so far to forget myself and all the teaching that had ever been instilled into me, as-under any pretext-with any justification-through any temptation-to become the successor of these poor girls, he would one day regard me with the same feeling which now in his mind desecrated their memory.

I did not give utterance to this conviction: it was enough to feel it.

I impressed it on my heart, that it might remain there to serve me as aid in the time of trial.

"Now, Jane, why don't you say 'Well, sir?' I have not done.

You are looking grave.

You disapprove of me still, I see.

But let me come to the point.

Last January, rid of all mistresses-in a harsh, bitter frame of mind, the result of a useless, roving, lonely life-corroded with disappointment, sourly disposed against all men, and especially against all womankind (for I began to regard the notion of an intellectual, faithful, loving woman as a mere dream), recalled by business, I came back to England.

"On a frosty winter afternoon, I rode in sight of Thornfield Hall.

Abhorred spot! I expected no peace-no pleasure there.

On a stile in Hay Lane I saw a quiet little figure sitting by itself.

I passed it as negligently as I did the pollard willow opposite to it: I had no presentiment of what it would be to me; no inward warning that the arbitress of my life-my genius for good or evil-waited there in humble guise.

I did not know it, even when, on the occasion of Mesrour's accident, it came up and gravely offered me help.

Childish and slender creature! It seemed as if a linnet had hopped to my foot and proposed to bear me on its tiny wing.

I was surly; but the thing would not go: it stood by me with strange perseverance, and looked and spoke with a sort of authority.

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