"Adele may accompany us, may she not, sir?"
"I told her no. I'll have no brats! -- I'll have only you."
"Do let her go, Mr. Rochester, if you please: it would be better."
"Not it: she will be a restraint."
He was quite peremptory, both in look and voice. The chill of
Mrs. Fairfax's warnings, and the damp of her doubts were upon me:
something of unsubstantiality and uncertainty had beset my hopes.
I half lost the sense of power over him. I was about mechanically
to obey him, without further remonstrance; but as he helped me into
the carriage, he looked at my face.
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