"Jane Eyre"
by Charlotte Bronte

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     With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: happy at least in my way. I feared nothing but interruption, and that came too soon. The breakfast-room door opened.

     "Boh! Madam Mope!" cried the voice of John Reed; then he paused: he found the room apparently empty.

     "Where the dickens is she!" he continued. "Lizzy! Georgy! (calling to his sisters) Joan is not here: tell mama she is run out into the rain--bad animal!"

 

     "It is well I drew the curtain," thought I; and I wished fervently he might not discover my hiding-place: nor would John Reed have found it out himself; he was not quick either of vision or conception; but Eliza just put her head in at the door, and said at once--

     "She is in the window-seat, to be sure, Jack."

     And I came out immediately, for I trembled at the idea of being dragged forth by the said Jack.

     "What do you want?" I asked, with awkward diffidence.

 
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