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"Whose house is it?" Voice Reading
"Mr. Rochester's." Voice Reading
"Do you know Mr. Rochester?" Voice Reading
"No, I have never seen him." Voice Reading
"He is not resident, then?" Voice Reading
"Can you tell me where he is?" Voice Reading
"I cannot." Voice Reading
"You are not a servant at the hall, of course. You are-" He stopped, ran his eye over my dress, which, as usual, was quite simple: a black merino cloak, a black beaver bonnet; neither of them half fine enough for a lady's-maid. He seemed puzzled to decide what I was; I helped him. Voice Reading
"I am the governess." Voice Reading
"Ah, the governess!" he repeated; "deuce take me, if I had not forgotten! The governess!" and again my raiment underwent scrutiny. In two minutes he rose from the stile: his face expressed pain when he tried to move. Voice Reading
"I cannot commission you to fetch help," he said; "but you may help me a little yourself, if you will be so kind." Voice Reading
"Yes, sir." Voice Reading
"You have not an umbrella that I can use as a stick?" Voice Reading
"Try to get hold of my horse's bridle and lead him to me: you are not afraid?" Voice Reading
I should have been afraid to touch a horse when alone, but when told to do it, I was disposed to obey. Voice Reading
I put down my muff on the stile, and went up to the tall steed; I endeavoured to catch the bridle, but it was a spirited thing, and would not let me come near its head; I made effort on effort, though in vain: meantime, I was mortally afraid of its trampling fore-feet. Voice Reading
The traveller waited and watched for some time, and at last he laughed. Voice Reading
"I see," he said, "the mountain will never be brought to Mahomet, so all you can do is to aid Mahomet to go to the mountain; I must beg of you to come here." Voice Reading
"Excuse me," he continued: "necessity compels me to make you useful." He laid a heavy hand on my shoulder, and leaning on me with some stress, limped to his horse. Voice Reading
Having once caught the bridle, he mastered it directly and sprang to his saddle; grimacing grimly as he made the effort, for it wrenched his sprain. Voice Reading
"Now," said he, releasing his under lip from a hard bite, "just hand me my whip; it lies there under the hedge." Voice Reading

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