MY BRIDE! WHAT BRIDE? I HAVE NO BRIDE!

TO LIVE, FOR ME, JANE, IS TO STAND ON A CRATER-CRUST WHICH MAY CRACK AND SPUE FIRE ANY DAY.
YOU EXAMINE ME, MISS EYRE. DO YOU THINK ME HANDSOME? No, sir. AH! BY MY WORD! THERE IS SOMETHING SINGULAR ABOUT YOU. YOU HAVE THE AIR OF A LITTLE NONNETTE; QUAINT, QUIET, GRAVE, AND SIMPLE, AS YOU SIT WITH YOUR HANDS BEFORE YOU, AND YOUR EYES GENERALLY BENT ON THE CARPET (EXCEPT, BY-THE-BYE, WHEN THEY ARE DIRECTED PIERCINGLY TO MY FACE; AS JUST NOW, FOR INSTANCE); AND WHEN ONE ASKS YOU A QUESTION, OR MAKES A REMARK TO WHICH YOU ARE OBLIGED TO REPLY, YOU RAP OUT A ROUND REJOINDER, WHICH, IF NOT BLUNT, IS AT LEAST BRUSQUE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY IT? Sir, I was too plain; I beg your pardon.  I ought to have replied that it was not easy to give an impromptu answer to a question about appearances; that tastes mostly differ; and that beauty is of little consequence, or something of that sort. YOU OUGHT TO HAVE REPLIED NO SUCH THING. BEAUTY OF LITTLE CONSEQUENCE, INDEED! AND SO, UNDER PRETENCE OF SOFTENING THE PREVIOUS OUTRAGE, OF STROKING AND SOOTHING ME INTO PLACIDITY, YOU STICK A SLY PENKNIFE UNDER MY EAR! GO ON: WHAT FAULT DO YOU FIND WITH ME, PRAY? I SUPPOSE I HAVE ALL MY LIMBS AND ALL MY FEATURES LIKE ANY OTHER MAN? Mr. Rochester, allow me to disown my first answer: I intended no pointed repartee: it was only a blunder. JUST SO: I THINK SO: AND YOU SHALL BE ANSWERABLE FOR IT. CRITICISE ME: DOES MY FOREHEAD NOT PLEASE YOU?

YOU EXAMINE ME, MISS EYRE. DO YOU THINK ME HANDSOME?

No, sir.

AH! BY MY WORD! THERE IS SOMETHING SINGULAR ABOUT YOU. YOU HAVE THE AIR OF A LITTLE NONNETTE; QUAINT, QUIET, GRAVE, AND SIMPLE, AS YOU SIT WITH YOUR HANDS BEFORE YOU, AND YOUR EYES GENERALLY BENT ON THE CARPET (EXCEPT, BY-THE-BYE, WHEN THEY ARE DIRECTED PIERCINGLY TO MY FACE; AS JUST NOW, FOR INSTANCE); AND WHEN ONE ASKS YOU A QUESTION, OR MAKES A REMARK TO WHICH YOU ARE OBLIGED TO REPLY, YOU RAP OUT A ROUND REJOINDER, WHICH, IF NOT BLUNT, IS AT LEAST BRUSQUE. WHAT DO YOU MEAN BY IT?

Sir, I was too plain; I beg your pardon.  I ought to have replied that it was not easy to give an impromptu answer to a question about appearances; that tastes mostly differ; and that beauty is of little consequence, or something of that sort.

YOU OUGHT TO HAVE REPLIED NO SUCH THING. BEAUTY OF LITTLE CONSEQUENCE, INDEED! AND SO, UNDER PRETENCE OF SOFTENING THE PREVIOUS OUTRAGE, OF STROKING AND SOOTHING ME INTO PLACIDITY, YOU STICK A SLY PENKNIFE UNDER MY EAR! GO ON: WHAT FAULT DO YOU FIND WITH ME, PRAY? I SUPPOSE I HAVE ALL MY LIMBS AND ALL MY FEATURES LIKE ANY OTHER MAN?

Mr. Rochester, allow me to disown my first answer: I intended no pointed repartee: it was only a blunder.

JUST SO: I THINK SO: AND YOU SHALL BE ANSWERABLE FOR IT. CRITICISE ME: DOES MY FOREHEAD NOT PLEASE YOU?

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