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SOPHIE came at seven to dress me: she was very long indeed in
accomplishing her task; so long that Mr. Rochester, grown, I
suppose, impatient of my delay, sent up to ask why I did not come. She
was just fastening my veil (the plain square of blond after all) to my
hair with a brooch; I hurried from under her hands as soon as I could.
'Stop!' she cried in French. 'Look at yourself in the mirror: you
have not taken one peep.'
So I turned at the door: I saw a robed and veiled figure, so unlike
my usual self that it seemed almost the image of a stranger. 'Jane!'
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called a voice, and I hastened down. I was received at the foot of the
stairs by Mr. Rochester.
'Lingerer!' he said, 'my brain is on fire with impatience, and
you tarry so long!'
He took me into the dining-room, surveyed me keenly all over,
pronounced me 'fair as a lily, and not only the pride of his life, but
the desire of his eyes,' and then telling me he would give me but
ten minutes to eat some breakfast, he rang the bell. One of his lately
hired servants, a footman, answered it.
'Is John getting the carriage ready?'
'Yes, sir.'
'Is the luggage brought down?'
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