\'Iamnobetterthantheoldlightning—struckchestnut—treeinThornfieldorchard，\'heremarkederelong。\'Andwhatrightwouldthatruinhavetobidabuddingwoodbinecoveritsdecaywithfreshness？\'
\'Youarenoruin，sir—nolightning—strucktree:youaregreenandvigorous。Plantswillgrowaboutyourroots，whetheryouaskthemornot，becausetheytakedelightinyourbountifulshadow;andastheygrowtheywillleantowardsyou，andwindroundyou，becauseyourstrengthoffersthemsosafeaprop。\'
Againhesmiled:Igavehimcomfort。
\'Youspeakoffriends，Jane？\'heasked。
\'Yes，offriends，\'Iansweredratherhesitatingly:forIknewI