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see me.
'She had better not wait till then, Jane,' said Mr. Rochester, when
I read her letter to him; 'if she does, she will be too late, for
our honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade
over your grave or mine.'
How St. John received the news, I don't know: he never answered the
letter in which I communicated it: yet six months after he wrote to
me, without, however, mentioning Mr. Rochester's name or alluding to
my marriage. His letter was then calm, and, though very serious, kind.
He has maintained a regular, though not frequent, correspondence
ever since: he hopes I am happy, and trusts I am not of those who live
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without God in the world, and only mind earthly things.
You have not quite forgotten little Adele, have you, reader? I
had not; I soon asked and obtained leave of Mr. Rochester, to go and
see her at the school where he had placed her. Her frantic joy at
beholding me again moved me much. She looked pale and thin: she said
she was not happy. I found the rules of the establishment were too
strict, its course of study too severe for a child of her age: I
took her home with me. I meant to become her governess once more,
but I soon found this impracticable; my time and cares were now
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