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looks.
Tea ready, I was going to approach the table; but she de-
sired me to sit still, quite in her old peremptory tones. I
must be served at the fireside, she said; and she placed be-
fore me a little round stand with my cup and a plate of toast,
absolutely as she used to accommodate me with some pri-
vately purloined dainty on a nursery chair: and I smiled and
obeyed her as in bygone days.
She wanted to know if I was happy at Thornfield Hall,
and what sort of a person the mistress was; and when I told
her there was only a master, whether he was a nice gentle-
man, and if I liked him. I told her he rather an ugly man,
but quite a gentleman; and that he treated me kindly, and I
was content. Then I went on to describe to her the gay com-
pany that had lately been staying at the house; and to these
details Bessie listened with interest: they were precisely of
the kind she relished.
In such conversation an hour was soon gone: Bessie re-
stored to me my bonnet, &c., and, accompanied by her, I
quitted the lodge for the hall. It was also accompanied by
her that I had, nearly nine years ago, walked down the path I
was now ascending. On a dark, misty, raw morning in Janu-
ary, I had left a hostile roof with a desperate and embittered
heart—a sense of outlawry and almost of reprobationto
seek the chilly harbourage of Lowood: that bourne so far
away and unexplored. The same hostile roof now again rose
before me: my prospects were doubtful yet; and I had yet
an aching heart. I still felt as a wanderer on the face of the
earth; but I experienced firmer trust in myself and my own

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