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I cannot believe it! What is it, Madame? He means to marry her! A governess! A slip of a girl No breeding, no brass No kinship, no class A slip of a girl who misplaces her grace And disgraces her place A slip of a girl Who should settle for less And confess a success I'm outraged and appalled Distressed and offended Scandalized, mortified Shocked and upended Is it true, mam'selle? Yes, it is! You're a slip of a girl It is unlikely, I fear He's in love with you, dear Mrs. Fairfax! A slip of a girl! Would you marry him when You've no knowledge of men? A slip of girl I would beg you to purge Your unvirginal urge I'm fretted and anxious Concerned and disturbed Upset, apprehensive Harassed and perturbed! Oh, Jane, you must be careful I remember in my youth I thought the same as you But men, my dear, will break your heart While swearing to be true From Mr. Rochester, Miss Thank you, Robert But these are the Rochester jewels! Oh, yes To be worn by a governess? I'm astonished, alarmed Perplexed and dumbfounded Bewildered, embarrassed Amazed and astounded I don't know why he sent them I told him I would not wear them Not wear them? And who are you to say you will not wear jewels given To you by Mr. Edward Fairfax Rochester? A slip of a girl Whose form, I'll be sworn He should scorn to adorn No, indeed, Mrs. Fairfax A slip of a girl Who'd be blessed, at the best To be fetchingly dressed! I shall not wear them! A slip of a girl Who'll do as she's told Or be wholly cajoled Laughable, impudent Brazen, audacious Saucy, impertinent Bold and ungracious Ooh, voila! From the tailors at Milcote, Miss Oh, yes, thank you So this is the wedding dress? Do you like it? Like it? Well, I I remember, long ago When I wore such a dress He died, poor man, and broke my heart Still broken, I confess I'm very sorry to hear that, Mrs. Fairfax A slip of a girl Insipidly built Ill-equipped, to the hilt You're a slip of a girl And I'll bet he'll not let You be more than a pet He's twenty years older Aesthetics won't let it Be more than a friendship You'd better forget it No, indeed, Mrs. Fairfax. Edward is young Edward? He's young in his heart Oh, dear He loves me, I'm sure Oh, dear, I don't know I solemnly swear Love is a great thing Our love will endure Well, then I'm thrilled, I'm enchanted Enraptured, excited Gratified, tickled I trust I'm invited? I'm charmed, I'm disarmed! Jane Eyre, I'm delighted! Come, my dear
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