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Chapter XI

           Itisaverystrangesensationtoinexperiencedyouthtofeelitselfquitealoneintheworld,cutadriftfromeveryconnection,uncertainwhethertheporttowhichitisboundcanbereached,andpreventedbymanyimpedimentsfromreturningtothatithasquitted. Thecharmofadventuresweetensthatsensation,theglowofpridewarmsit;butthenthethroboffeardisturbsit;andfearwithmebecamepredominantwhenhalf-an-hourelapsedandstillIwasalone. Ibethoughtmyselftoringthebell. 

           "IsthereaplaceinthisneighbourhoodcalledThornfield?"Iaskedofthewaiterwhoansweredthesummons. 

           "Thornfield?Idon’tknow,ma‘am;I’llinquireatthebar." Hevanished,butreappearedinstantly 

           "IsyournameEyre,Miss?" 

           "Yes." 

           "Personherewaitingforyou." 

           Ijumpedup,tookmymuffandumbrella,andhastenedintotheinn-passage: amanwasstandingbytheopendoor,andinthelamp-litstreetIdimlysawaone-horseconveyance. 

           "Thiswillbeyourluggage,Isuppose?"saidthemanratherabruptlywhenhesawme,pointingtomytrunkinthepassage. 

           "Yes." Hehoisteditontothevehicle,whichwasasortofcar,andthenIgotin; beforeheshutmeup,IaskedhimhowfaritwastoThornfield. 

           "Amatterofsixmiles." 

           "Howlongshallwebebeforewegetthere?" 

           "Happenanhourandahalf." 

           Hefastenedthecardoor,climbedtohisownseatoutside,andwesetoff. 

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