Mr. Rochester, it seems, by the surgeon’s orders, went to bed early that night; nor did he rise soo m. When he did e down, it was to attend to business: his agent and some of his tenants were arrived, and waiting to speak with him.
Adèle and I had now to vacate the library: it would be in daily requisition as a reception-room for callers. A fire was lit in an apartment upstairs, and there I carried our books, and arra for the future schoolroom. I dised in the course of the m that Thornfield Hall was a ged plao longer silent as a church, it echoed every hour or two to a knock at the door, or a g of the bell; steps, too, often traversed the hall, and new voices spoke in different keys below; a rill from the outer world was flowing through it; it had a master: for my part, I liked it better.
Adèle was not easy to teach that day; she could not apply: she kept running to the door and looking over the bao see if she could get a glimpse of Mr. Rochester; th……（内容加载失败！）
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