e—passing like a so me unknoerwards undiscoverable?

    “-comb about you, sir?”

    “ for, Jane?”

    “Just to comb out t alk of my being a fairy, but I am sure, you are more like a brownie.”

    “Am I hideous, Jane?”

    “Very, sir: you always were, you know.”

    “ been taken out of you, wherever you have sojourned.”

    “Yet I ter times better people; possessed of ideas and vieertained in your life: quite more refined and exalted.”

    “h?”

    “If you t in t  of your o entertain doubts of my substantiality.”

    “h, Jane?”

    “You s get it out of me to-nig  till to-morroo leave my tale old,  of security t I s your breakfast table to finis. By t mind not to rise on your er t bring an egg at t, to say nothing of fried ham.”

    “You mocking c felt t he harp.”

    “t. No tired. Good night.”

    “Just one he house where you have been?”

    I laugill laugairs. “A good idea!” I t ting  of ime to come.”

    Very early t morning I ir, o anotion: “Is Miss Eyre  o? as it dry? Is ss anything; and when she will come down.”

    I came do t of breakfast. Entering tly, I  o ness tion of t vigorous spirit to a corporeal infirmity.  in ill, but not at rest: expectant evidently; tual sadness marking rong features. enance reminded one of a lamp quencing to be re-lit— and alas! it   could nore of animated expression:  on anot office! I  to be gay and careless, but trong man touc to till I accosted  vivacity I could.

    “It is a brigende