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　to　go　with　him　to　India。”

“Ah！　here　I　reach　the　root　of　the　matter。　He　wanted　you　to　marry　him？”

“He　asked　me　to　marry　him。”

“That　is　a　fiction—an　impudent　invention　to　vex　me。”

“I　beg　your　pardon；　it　is　the　literal　truth：　he　asked　me　more　than　once；　and　was　as　stiff　about　urging　his　point　as　ever　you　could　be。”

“Miss　Eyre；　I　repeat　it；　you　can　leave　me。　How　often　am　I　to　say　the　same　thing？　Why　do　you　remain　pertinaciously　perched　on　my　knee；　when　I　have　given　you　notice　to　quit？”

“Because　I　am　fortable　there。”

“No；　Jane；　you　are　not　fortable　there；　because　your　heart　is　not　with　me：　it　is　with　this　cousin—this　St。　John。　Oh；　till　this　moment；　I　thought　my　little　Jane　was　all　mine！　I　had　a　belief　she　loved　me　even　when　she　left　me：　that　was　an　atom　of　sweet　in　much　bitter。　Long　as　we　have　been　parted；　hot　tears　as　I　have　wept　over　our　separation；　I　never　thought　that　while　I　was　mourning　her；　she　was　loving　another！　But　it　is　useless　grieving。　Jane；　leave　me：　go　and　marry　Rivers。”

“Shake　me　off；　then；　sir；—push　me　away；　for　I’ll　not　leave　you　of　my　own　accord。”

“Jane；　I　ever　like　your　tone　of　voice：　it　still　renews　hope；　it　sounds　so　truthful。　When　I　hear　it；　it　carries　me　back　a　year。　I　forget　that　you　have　formed　a　new　tie。　But　I　am　not　a　fool—go—”

“Where　must　I　go；　sir？”

“Your　own　way—with　the　husband　you　have　chosen。”

“Who　is　that？”

“You　know—this　St。　John　Rivers。”

“He　is　no