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Miss Eyre.
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I'm not fond of children.
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Nor do I particularly enjoy simple-minded old ladies.
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But you might suit me, if you would.
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How, sir?
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By distracting me from the mire of my thoughts.
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That is how Mama used to say.
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Precisely.
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And that's how she charmed my English gold
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out of my English pocket.
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Let's go and try it on, shall we?
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Your gaze is very direct, Miss Eyre.