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separation and coming grief. When tea was over and Mrs. Fairfax had
taken her knitting, and I had assumed a low seat near her, and
Adele, kneeling on the carpet, had nestled close up to me, and a sense
of mutual affection seemed to surround us with a ring of golden peace,
I uttered a silent prayer that we might not be parted far or soon; but
when, as we thus sat, Mr. Rochester entered, unannounced, and
looking at us, seemed to take pleasure in the spectacle of a group
so amicable- when he said he supposed the old lady was all right now
that she had got her adopted daughter back again, and added that he
saw Adele was 'prete a croquer sa petite maman Anglaise'- I half
ventured to hope that he would, even after his marriage, keep us
together somewhere under the shelter of his protection, and not
quite exiled from the sunshine of his presence.
A fortnight of dubious calm succeeded my return to Thornfield Hall.
Nothing was said of the master's marriage, and I saw no preparation
going on for such an event. Almost every day I asked Mrs. Fairfax if