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 FragmentWelcome to consult...e feeling roused by the spectacle returns in
memory at this moment.

I have told you, reader, that I had learnt to love Mr. Rochester: I
could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had
ceased to notice me—because I might pass hours in his presence,
and he would never once turn his eyes in my direction—because I
saw all his attentions appropriated by a great lady, who scorned to
touch me with the hem of her robes as she passed; who, if ever her
dark and imperious eye fell on me by chance, would withdraw it
instantly as from an object too mean to merit observation. I could
not unlove him, because I felt sure he would soon marry this very
lady—because I read daily in her a proud security in his intentions
respecting her—because I witnessed hourly in him a style of
courtship which, if careless and choosing rather to be sought than
to seek, was yet, in its very carelessness, captivating, and in its
very pride, irresistible.

There was nothing to cool or banish love in these
circumstances, though much to create despair. Much too, you will
think, reader, to engender jealousy: if a woman, in my position,
could presume to be jealous of a woman in Miss Ingram’s. But I
was not jealous: or very rarely;—the nature of the pain I suffered

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could not be explained by that word. Miss Ingram was a mark
beneath jealousy: she was too inferior to excite the feeling. Pardon
the seeming paradox; I mean what I say. She was very showy, but
she was not genuine: she had a fine person, many brilliant
attainments; but her mind was poor, her heart barren by nature:
nothing bloomed spontaneously on that soil; no unforced natural
fruit delighted by its freshness. She was not good; she was not
original: she used to repeat sounding phrases from books: she
never offered, nor had, an opinion of her own. She advocated a
high tone of sentiment; but she did not know the sensations of
sympathy and pity; tenderness and truth were not in her. Too
often she betrayed this, by the undue vent she gave to a spiteful
antipathy she had conceived against little Adèle: pushing her away
with some contumelious epithet if she happened to approach her;
sometimes ordering her from the room, and always treating her
with coldness and acrimony. Other eyes besides mine watched
these manifestations of character—watched them closely, keenly,
shrewdly. Yes; the future bridegroom, Mr. Rochester himself,
exercised over his intended a ceaseless surveillance; and it was
from this sagacity—this guardedness of his—this perfect, clear
consciousness of his fair one’s defects—this obvious absence of
passion in his sentiments towards her, that my ever-torturing pain
arose.

I saw he was going to marry her, for family, perhaps political
reasons, because her rank and connections suited him; I felt he
had not given her his love, and that her qualifications were ill
adapted to win from him that treasure. This was the point—this
was where the nerve was touched and teased—this was where the
fever was sustained and fed: she could not charm him.

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If she had managed the victory at once, and he had yielded and
sincerely laid his heart at her feet, I should have covered my face,
turned to the wall, and (figuratively) have died to them. If Miss
Ingram had been a good and noble woman, endowed with force,
fervour, kindness, sense, I should have had one vital struggle with
two tigers—jealousy and despair: then, my heart torn out and
devoured, I should have admired her—acknowledged her
excellence, and been quiet for the rest of my days: and the more
absolute her superiority, the deeper would have been my
admiration—the more truly tranquil my quiescence. But as
matters really stood, to watch Miss Ingram’s efforts at fascinating
Mr. Rochester, to witness their repeated failure—herself
unconscious that they did fail; vainly fancying that each shaft
launched hit the mark, and infatuatedly pluming herself on
success, when her pride and self-complacency repelled further
and further what s