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surprise and a sort of alarm, but still not wildly. 'You are quite a
stranger to me- where is Bessie?'
'She is at the lodge, aunt.'
'Aunt,' she repeated. 'Who calls me aunt? You are not one of the
Gibsons; and yet I know you- that face, and the eyes and forehead, are
quite familiar to me: you are like- why, you are like Jane Eyre!'
I said nothing: I was afraid of occasioning some shock by declaring
my identity.
'Yet,' said she, 'I am afraid it is a mistake: my thoughts
deceive me. I wished to see Jane Eyre, and I fancy a likeness where leonardo da vinci painting
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none exists: besides, in eight years she must be so changed.' I now
gently assured her that I was the person she supposed and desired me
to be: and seeing that I was understood, and that her senses were
quite collected, I explained how Bessie had sent her husband to
fetch me from Thornfield.
'I am very ill, I know,' she said ere long. 'I was trying to turn
myself a few minutes since, and find I cannot move a limb. It is as
well I should ease my mind before I die: what we think little of in
health, burdens us at such an hour as the present is to me. Is the
nurse here? or is there no one in the room but you?'
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