I assented.

    “Aritic, you see, is useful;  its aid, I so guess your age. It is a point difficult to fix enance are so muc variance as in your case. And no Lowood? Can you play?”

    “A little.”

    “Of course: t is tabliso tone of command; I am used to say, ‘Do t is done: I cannot alter my customary s for one nee.)—Go, to take a candle  doo tune.”

    I departed, obeying ions.

    “Enoug in a fees. “You play A little, I see; like any otter t not well.”

    I closed turned. Mr. Rocer continued—“Adèle sc knoer aided you?”

    “No, indeed!” I interjected.

    “A pricks pride. ell, fetcfolio, if you can voucs contents being original; but don’t pass your ain: I can recognise patchwork.”

    “thing, and you shall judge for yourself, sir.”

    I brougfolio from the library.

    “Approacable,” said  to o see tures.

    “No croake t don’t puso mine.”

    ely scrutinised eaccing. t from him.

    “take to table, Mrs. Fairfax,” said  t me) “resume your seat, and ansions. I perceive tures were done by one  hand yours?”

    “Yes.”

    “And o do taken mucime, and some t.”

    “I did t tions I spent at Lowood, wion.”

    “ your copies?”

    “Out of my head.”

    “t head I see now on your shoulders?”

    “Yes, sir.”

    “ oture of thin?”

    “I s may ter.”

    ures before ernately.

    ell you, reader, , I must premise t ts ual eye, before I attempted to embody triking; but my  second my fancy, and in eac  out