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to exile the rest of me from your presence for ever.'
Again, as he kissed me, painful thoughts darkened his aspect.
'My seared vision! My crippled strength!' he murmured regretfully.
I caressed, in order to soothe him. I knew of what he was thinking,
and wanted to speak for him, but dared not. As he turned aside his
face a minute, I saw a tear slide from under the sealed eyelid, and
trickle down the manly cheek. My heart swelled.
'I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in
Thornfield orchard,' he remarked ere long. 'And what right would
that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with
freshness?'
'You are no ruin, sir- no lightning-struck tree: you are green
and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask
them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and
as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because
your strength offers them so safe a prop.'
Again he smiled: I gave him comfort.
'You speak of friends, Jane?' he asked.
'Yes, of friends,' I answered rather hesitatingly: for I knew I
meant more than friends, but could not tell what other word to employ.
He helped me.
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