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but, indeed, I had been on my guard almost from the beginning of the
interview. Something of masquerade I suspected. I knew gipsies and
fortune-tellers did not express themselves as this seeming old woman
had expressed herself; besides I had noted her feigned voice, her
anxiety to conceal her features. But my mind had been running on Grace
Poole- that living enigma, that mystery of mysteries, as I
considered her. I had never thought of Mr. Rochester.
'Well,' said he, 'what are you musing about? What does that grave
smile signify?'
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'Wonder and self-congratulation, sir. I have your permission to
retire now, I suppose?'
'No; stay a moment; and tell me what the people in the drawing-room
yonder are doing.'
'Discussing the gipsy, I daresay.'
'Sit down!- Let me hear what they said about me.'
'I had better not stay long, sir; it must be near eleven o'clock.
Oh, are you aware, Mr. Rochester, that a stranger has arrived here
since you left this morning?'
'A stranger!- no; who can it be? I expected no one; is he gone?'
'No; he said he had known you long, and that he could take the
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