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Endnotes

Is that my governess? ↩

Yes, to be sure. ↩

The League of the Rats: fable by La Fontaine. ↩

What news? what news? I pray you, speak. ↩

Ladies, dinner is served!⁠ ⁠… I’m starved! ↩

As an aside. ↩

Come back soon, my friend, my dear Mademoiselle Jeanette. ↩

That must mean⁠ ⁠… there is a present for me in it, and maybe for you, too, Mademoiselle. Monsieur has spoken of you: he asked me my governess’ name, and if she were small, rather thin and somewhat pale. I said yes, because it’s true, isn’t it, Mademoiselle? ↩

There’s a present in your little trunk for Mademoiselle Eyre, isn’t there? ↩

Presents. ↩

Little trunk. ↩

My box! my box! ↩

Be quiet, child; do you understand? ↩

Oh, heavens, how beautiful it is! ↩

Little nun. ↩

And I hold to it. ↩

I must try it on⁠ ⁠… at once! ↩

Does my dress not suit me?⁠ ⁠… and my slippers? and my stockings? I feel like dancing! ↩

Thank you a thousand times for your kindness, Monsieur. ↩

Mama acted just that way, didn’t she, Monsieur? ↩

Just like this. ↩

Deep passion. ↩

Athlete’s figure. ↩

Crunching. ↩

My angel. ↩

Male beauty. ↩

Little girl. ↩

What is it, Mademoiselle?⁠ ⁠… Your fingers are quivering, and your cheeks are red: red like cherries! ↩

Out of fashion. ↩

They’re changing. ↩

At mama’s,⁠ ⁠… when people came, I followed them everywhere, to the drawing rooms and the bedrooms; often I watched the maids dress the ladies and arrange their hair, and it was so much fun; that’s the way one learns. ↩

Yes, Mademoiselle; we haven’t eaten for five or six hours. ↩

And what a shame [that would be]! ↩

Could I take but one of these wonderful flowers, Mademoiselle? Only to complete my dress. ↩

Pretty, but irregular. ↩

Greetings, ladies. ↩

Father character in tragedy and high comedy. ↩

Too bad! ↩

The tender passion. ↩

Beware of this! ↩

Monsieur Rochester is back! ↩

The right opportunity. ↩

Good evening. ↩

Ready to love her little English mother. ↩

Oh, how little comfort there will be for her! ↩

A real liar. ↩

Fairy-tales. ↩

Fairies do not exist anyway, and even if they did: ↩

In order to keep me in countenance. ↩

And one stepped forth who, to look upon, was like a starlight night. ↩

I weigh your thoughts in the balance of my wrath! and your deeds with the weight of my fury! ↩

Still young. ↩