e　théatre。”　Lord　Ingram；　like　his　sisters；　is　very　tall；　like　them；　also；　he　is　handsome；　but　he　shares　Mary’s　apathetic　and　listless　look：　he　seems　to　have　more　length　of　limb　than　vivacity　of　blood　or　vigour　of　brain。

And　where　is　Mr。　Rochester？

He　es　in　last：　I　am　not　looking　at　the　arch；　yet　I　see　him　enter。　I　try　to　concentrate　my　attention　on　those　ting…needles；　on　the　meshes　of　the　purse　I　am　forming—I　wish　to　think　only　of　the　work　I　have　in　my　hands；　to　see　only　the　silver　beads　and　silk　threads　that　lie　in　my　lap；　whereas；　I　distinctly　behold　his　figure；　and　I　inevitably　recall　the　moment　when　I　last　saw　it；　just　after　I　had　rendered　him；　what　he　deemed；　an　essential　service；　and　he；　holding　my　hand；　and　looking　down　on　my　face；　surveyed　me　with　eyes　that　revealed　a　heart　full　and　eager　to　overflow；　in　whose　emotions　I　had　a　part。　How　near　had　I　approached　him　at　that　moment！　What　had　occurred　since；　calculated　to　change　his　and　my　relative　positions？　Yet　now；　how　distant；　how　far　estranged　we　were！　So　far　estranged；　that　I　did　not　expect　him　to　e　and　speak　to　me。　I　did　not　wonder；　when；　without　looking　at　me；　he　took　a　seat　at　the　other　side　of　the　room；　and　began　conversing　with　some　of　the　ladies。

No　sooner　did　I　see　that　his　attention　was　riveted　on　them；　and　that　I　might　gaze　without　being　observed；　than　my　eyes　were　drawn　involuntarily　to　his　face；　I　could　not　keep　their　lids　under　control：　they　would　rise；　and　the　irids　would　fix　on　him。　I　looked；　and　had　an　acute　pleasure　in　looking；—a　precious　yet　poignant　pleasure；　pure　gold；　with　a　steely　point　of　agony：　a　pleasure　like　what　the　thirst…perishing　man　might　feel　who　knows　the　well　to　which　he　has　crept　is　poisoned；　yet　stoops　and　drinks　divine　draughts　nevertheless。

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