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am my husband's life as fully as he is mine. No woman was ever
nearer to her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone
and flesh of his flesh. I know no weariness of my Edward's society: he
knows none of mine, any more than we each do of the pulsation of the
heart that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently, we are ever
together. To be together is for us to be at once as free as in
solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to
talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking. All
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my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me;
we are precisely suited in character-perfect concord is the result.
Mr. Rochester continued blind the first two years of our union:
perhaps it was that circumstance that drew us so very near- that
knit us so very close: for I was then his vision, as I am still his
right hand. Literally, I was (what he often called me) the apple of
his eye. He saw nature- he saw books through me; and never did I weary
of gazing for his behalf, and of putting into words the effect of
field, tree, town, river, cloud, sunbeam- of the landscape before
us; of the weather round us- and impressing by sound on his ear what
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