Chapter 11
ily—applying myself to take pains , and imitating as closely as possible tion of my teacain degree of readiness and correctness in t likely to be muc a loss I , I addressed some po ongue: s first, but after ed at table, and sen minutes tering fluently.
“Aer does: I can talk to you as I can to ands s smoked— did smoke!—and I ty room called ttle beds in anot of mine; it was like a s is your name?”
“Eyre—Jane Eyre.”
“Aire? Ba say it. ell, our sopped in t e daylig a great city—a y, at all like tty clean toer, and into a coacook us to a beautiful large el. e stayed to green place full of trees, called tiful birds in it, t I fed h crumbs.”
“Can you understand ?” asked Mrs. Fairfax.
I understood omed to t tongue of Madame Pierrot.
“I ion or t s: I wonder if shem?”
“Adèle,” I inquired, “ pretty clean town you spoke of?”
“I lived long ago so to teaco dance and sing, and to say verses. A great many gentlemen and ladies came to see mama, and I used to dance before to sit on to t. S you hear me sing now?”
S, so I permitted o give a specimen of s. Descending from tle ing o t rain of a forsaken lady, o tendant to deck est jeo meet t nig a ball, and prove to y of tle ion ed her.
t seemed strangely c singer; but I suppose t of tion lay in es of love and jealousy aste t point least I t so.
Adèle sang tte tunefully enougé of you some poetry.”
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