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"Yes, I understand!" she answered. She was turning one of her rings round, looking down at her hands with downcast head. "You're upset, Violet," he said, soothingly. "I'm sorry. You see I can't help myself, don't you?" "Oh, I suppose so!" she answered. "Who is the young lady?" "A Miss Lois Champneyes," Saton said. "She is a ward of a Mr. Henry Rochester, who has been my enemy all along.

"I was not aware," Saton answered, "that Miss Champneyes was a prisoner in your house, nor do I see how I am to be held responsible for her call upon the Comtesse." "We will not bandy words," Rochester said. "I have no wish to quarrel with you, but I want you always to remember the things which I have said.

"No!" she said. "There is only one way. I have spoken of it to you before. You must marry that foolish girl Lois Champneyes." "What do you know about her?" he asked, looking up, startled. "I have made inquiries," Rachael answered. "It is the usual thing in the countries I know of. She will be of age in a short time, and she will have one hundred and seventy thousand pounds.

When I tell her that I will not marry Lois Champneyes, she will very likely throw me into the street. What is there left for me to do? I have tried everything, and failed. I have no strength, I have a cursed taste for the easy ways of life. Yet this has come to me. I will not marry Lois Champneyes.

Oh, I know you're not supposed to talk about it, but that really doesn't matter down here. You shall have a comfortable chair by my side, and some hot muffins." Saton went back to his seat by the side of Lois Champneyes, carrying his refilled teacup in his hand. She looked at him a little curiously. "Tell me," she said, "have you really never met Lord Guerdon before?"

"You are quite a stranger, Miss Champneyes," Saton said, taking her unresisting hand in his. "I hope that you are going in to see the Comtesse. Only this morning she told me that she was finding it appallingly lonely." "I I wasn't calling anywhere this afternoon," Lois said timidly. "Captain Vandermere has come down to stay with us for a few days, and I was showing him the country. This is Mr.

"Bertrand," she said, "I hate this country life. Even the sunshine mocks. There is no warmth in it, and the winds are cold. I must have warmth. I shall stay here no longer." He threw a log on to the fire, and turned around. "Listen," he said. "The girl Lois Champneyes I have lost my hold of her. She knows something about the accident to Rochester." "Bungler!" the woman muttered. "Go on.

I shall have them later." "What have you been doing?" she asked. "I walked with a girl, Lois Champneyes, in Kensington Gardens most of the morning, and I called upon a woman Lady Marrabel this afternoon," he answered. Rachael nodded. "Safe companions for you," she muttered. "Remember what I always tell you. You are of the breed that can make fools of women. A man might find you out."

"Then we may as well go and have some really good bridge," she said, "until you men take it into your heads to come and disturb us." Afternoon tea was being served in the hall at Beauleys on the day after Saton's arrival. Saton himself was sitting with Lois Champneyes in a retired corner. "I was going to ask you," he remarked, as he handed her some cakes, "about Mr. Rochester's marriage.

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