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1260	Brontë, Charlotte	Jane Eyre: An Autobiography			.txt	text/plain	188992	11860	85	my eyes, I lifted my head and tried to look boldly round the dark room; It was night: a candle burnt on the table; Bessie stood at the bedfoot with a basin in her hand, and a gentleman sat in a chair near my eye became troubled with a look like fear; she took her hand from my arm, and said, "Good night, Miss Jane." When thus gentle, Bessie seemed to me "You are a strange child, Miss Jane," she said, as she looked down at me; like to go and live with him in England, and I said yes; for I knew Mr. Rochester before I knew Madame Frederic, and he was always kind to me and "Here is Miss Eyre, sir," said Mrs. Fairfax, in her quiet way. "Will you hand Mr. Rochester's cup?" said Mrs. Fairfax to me; "Adele I knew Mr. Rochester had been a traveller: Mrs. Fairfax had said so; but I thought	./cache/1260.txt	./txt/1260.txt