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I closed the piano and returned. Mr. Rochester continued-
'Adele showed me some sketches this morning, which she said were
yours. I don't know whether they were entirely of your doing; probably
a master aided you?'
'No, indeed!' I interjected.
'Ah! that pricks pride. Well, fetch me your portfolio, if you can
vouch for its contents being original; but don't pass your word unless
you are certain: I can recognise patchwork.'
'Then I will say nothing, and you shall judge for yourself, sir.'
I brought the portfolio from the library.
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'Approach the table,' said he; and I wheeled it to his couch. Adele
and Mrs. Fairfax drew near to see the pictures.
'No crowding,' said Mr. Rochester: 'take the drawings from my
hand as I finish with them; but don't push your faces up to mine.'
He deliberately scrutinised each sketch and painting. Three he laid
aside; the others, when he had examined them, he swept from him.
'Take them off to the other table, Mrs. Fairfax,' said he, 'and
look at them with Adele;- you' (glancing at me) 'resume your seat, and
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