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'Let her come to me,' I entreated: 'she will, perhaps, trouble you,
sir: there is plenty of room on this side.'
He handed her over as if she had been a lapdog. 'I'll send her to
school yet,' he said, but now he was smiling.
Adele heard him, and asked if she was to go to school 'sans
mademoiselle?'
'Yes,' he replied, 'absolutely sans mademoiselle; for I am to
take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of
the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall
live with me there, and only me.'
'She will have nothing to eat: you will starve her,' observed
Adele.
'I shall gather manna for her morning and night: the plains and
hillsides in the moon are bleached with manna, Adele.'
'She will want to warm herself: what will she do for a fire?'
'Fire rises out of the lunar mountains: when she is cold, I'll
carry her up to a peak, and lay her down on the edge of a crater.'
'Oh, qu'elle y sera mal- peu comfortable! And her clothes, they
will wear out: how can she get new ones?'
Mr. Rochester professed to be puzzled. 'Hem!' said he. 'What
would you do, Adele? Cudgel your brains for an expedient. How would
a white or a pink cloud answer for a gown, do you think? And one could
cut a pretty enough scarf out of a rainbow.'