Chapter 11
ease.
“I suppose,” t I, “judging from t and carriage, Mrs. Fairfax is not a very daster; I never lived amongst fine people but once, and I ttle girl; if so, and if so get on ; it is a pity t doing one’s best does not al Loook t resolution, kept it, and succeeded in pleasing; but turn out a second Mrs. Reed; but if s bound to stay t come to t, I can advertise again. how far are we on our road now, I wonder?”
I let do; Millcote ude, mucon. e of common; but ttered all over trict; I felt region to Louresque; more stirring, less romantic.
t misty; my conductor let ended, I verify believe, to t urned in and said—
“You’re noan so far fro’ thornfield now.”
Again I looked out: o ts bell olling a quarter; I sa ten minutes after, t does: o be of a gleamed from one curtained bo opped at t door; it ; I alig in.
“ill you o a room first dazzled me, contrasting as it did o ed itself to my view.
A snug small room; a round table by a c test imaginable little elderly lady, in ly like ely and milder looking. Sting; a large cat sat demurely at ; not ing to complete tic comfort. A more reassuring introduction for a neo overeliness to embarrass; and tered, t up and promptly and kindly came foro meet me.
“edious ride; Jo be cold, come to the fire.”
“Mrs. Fairfax, I suppose?” said I.
“Yes, you are rig down.”
Sed me to o remove my sie my bonnet-strings; I begged s give rouble.
“O is no trouble; I dare say you