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The
carriage
stopped
,
as
I
had
expected
,
at
the
hotel
door
;
my
flame
(
that
is
the
very
word
for
an
opera
inamorata
)
alighted
:
though
muffed
in
a
cloak
--
an
unnecessary
encumbrance
,
by-the-bye
,
on
so
warm
a
June
evening
--
I
knew
her
instantly
by
her
little
foot
,
seen
peeping
from
the
skirt
of
her
dress
,
as
she
skipped
from
the
carriage-step
.
Bending
over
the
balcony
,
I
was
about
to
murmur
'
Mon
ange
'
--
in
a
tone
,
of
course
,
which
should
be
audible
to
the
ear
of
love
alone
--
when
a
figure
jumped
from
the
carriage
after
her
;
cloaked
also
;
but
that
was
a
spurred
heel
which
had
rung
on
the
pavement
,
and
that
was
a
hatted
head
which
now
passed
under
the
arched
porte
cochere
of
the
hotel
.
"
You
never
felt
jealousy
,
did
you
,
Miss
Eyre
?
Of
course
not
:
I
need
not
ask
you
;
because
you
never
felt
love
.
You
have
both
sentiments
yet
to
experience
:
your
soul
sleeps
;
the
shock
is
yet
to
be
given
which
shall
waken
it
.
You
think
all
existence
lapses
in
as
quiet
a
flow
as
that
in
which
your
youth
has
hitherto
slid
away
.
Floating
on
with
closed
eyes
and
muffled
ears
,
you
neither
see
the
rocks
bristling
not
far
off
in
the
bed
of
the
flood
,
nor
hear
the
breakers
boil
at
their
base
.
But
I
tell
you
--
and
you
may
mark
my
words
--
you
will
come
some
day
to
a
craggy
pass
in
the
channel
,
where
the
whole
of
life
's
stream
will
be
broken
up
into
whirl
and
tumult
,
foam
and
noise
:
either
you
will
be
dashed
to
atoms
on
crag
points
,
or
lifted
up
and
borne
on
by
some
master-wave
into
a
calmer
current
--
as
I
am
now
.
"
I
like
this
day
;
I
like
that
sky
of
steel
;
I
like
the
sternness
and
stillness
of
the
world
under
this
frost
.
I
like
Thornfield
,
its
antiquity
,
its
retirement
,
its
old
crow-trees
and
thorn-trees
,
its
grey
facade
,
and
lines
of
dark
windows
reflecting
that
metal
welkin
:
and
yet
how
long
have
I
abhorred
the
very
thought
of
it
,
shunned
it
like
a
great
plague-house
?
How
I
do
still
abhor
--
"
He
ground
his
teeth
and
was
silent
:
he
arrested
his
step
and
struck
his
boot
against
the
hard
ground
.
Some
hated
thought
seemed
to
have
him
in
its
grip
,
and
to
hold
him
so
tightly
that
he
could
not
advance
.
We
were
ascending
the
avenue
when
he
thus
paused
;
the
hall
was
before
us
.
Lifting
his
eye
to
its
battlements
,
he
cast
over
them
a
glare
such
as
I
never
saw
before
or
since
.
Pain
,
shame
,
ire
,
impatience
,
disgust
,
detestation
,
seemed
momentarily
to
hold
a
quivering
conflict
in
the
large
pupil
dilating
under
his
ebon
eyebrow
.
Wild
was
the
wrestle
which
should
be
paramount
;
but
another
feeling
rose
and
triumphed
:
something
hard
and
cynical
:
self-willed
and
resolute
:
it
settled
his
passion
and
petrified
his
countenance
:
he
went
on
--
"
During
the
moment
I
was
silent
,
Miss
Eyre
,
I
was
arranging
a
point
with
my
destiny
.
She
stood
there
,
by
that
beech-trunk
--
a
hag
like
one
of
those
who
appeared
to
Macbeth
on
the
heath
of
Forres
.
'
You
like
Thornfield
?
'
she
said
,
lifting
her
finger
;
and
then
she
wrote
in
the
air
a
memento
,
which
ran
in
lurid
hieroglyphics
all
along
the
house-front
,
between
the
upper
and
lower
row
of
windows
,
'
Like
it
if
you
can
!
Like
it
if
you
dare
!
'
"
'
I
will
like
it
,
'
said
I
;
'
I
dare
like
it
;
'
and
"
(
he
subjoined
moodily
)
"
I
will
keep
my
word
;
I
will
break
obstacles
to
happiness
,
to
goodness
--
yes
,
goodness
.
I
wish
to
be
a
better
man
than
I
have
been
,
than
I
am
;
as
Job
's
leviathan
broke
the
spear
,
the
dart
,
and
the
habergeon
,
hindrances
which
others
count
as
iron
and
brass
,
I
will
esteem
but
straw
and
rotten
wood
.
"
Adele
here
ran
before
him
with
her
shuttlecock
.
"
Away
!
"
he
cried
harshly
;
"
keep
at
a
distance
,
child
;
or
go
in
to
Sophie
!
"
Continuing
then
to
pursue
his
walk
in
silence
,
I
ventured
to
recall
him
to
the
point
whence
he
had
abruptly
diverged
--
"
Did
you
leave
the
balcony
,
sir
,
"
I
asked
,
"
when
Mdlle
.
Varens
entered
?
"
