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she had yet heard anything decided: her answer was always in the
negative. Once she said she had actually put the question to Mr.
Rochester as to when he was going to bring his bride home; but he
had answered her only by a joke and one of his queer looks, and she
could not tell what to make of him.
One thing specially surprised me, and that was, there were no
journeyings backward and forward, no visits to Ingram Park: to be sure
it was twenty miles off, on the borders of another county; but what
was that distance to an ardent lover? To so practised and
indefatigable a horseman as Mr. Rochester, it would be but a morning's
ride. I began to cherish hopes I had no right to conceive: that the
match was broken off; that rumour had been mistaken; that one or
both parties had changed their minds. I used to look at my master's
face to see if it were sad or fierce; but I could not remember the
time when it had been so uniformly clear of clouds or evil feelings.
If, in the moments I and my pupil spent with him, I lacked spirits and
sank into inevitable dejection, he became even gay. Never had he
called me more frequently to his presence; never been kinder to me
when there- and, alas! never had I loved him so well.