Jane glanced at Mr. Rochester, but he stared straight ahead. Jane listened to the song. “The first few lines are about a famous dancer . . . in a club. . . . She wore flowers in her hair and a dress that . . . oh.” Adele sang in detail about how much the dress covered. Or didn’t cover. Jane blushed and glanced at Mr. Rochester, searching for a reaction to the scandalous lyrics. But he just listened. Not scandalized. “So, yes, the dancer wore a dress,” Jane continued, with slightly less detail. “And she was in love with a . . . dealer. Of cards. And at night, they . . . oh my.” Adele sang of a
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