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Rochester could hear the horses neighing some few yards from there. It was the first time that he could hear them whining so sharply from the stables yonder. He decided then that the stable boys must be tending to them at the time.
Stumbling back from the window, Rochester could hear all that Eloise was muttering to herself. She'd been rapping some sentiments for a moment ever since. None of which he felt accustomed to paying heed to. Rochester, leaning his butt onto the window-sill, shot a stubborn gaze at his mother.
"The marriage won't work!"
"Why not?" asked Eloise. "Who is going to make it fail?"
Rochester inhaled deeply, and said, "I could turn down this useless engagement, to begin with."
"You could, but you would not. Do you wish to know why?"
"Spare me the lecture, please. I obviously know what you'll base your argument upon."
