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"
You
did
not
think
of
opening
your
door
and
looking
out
into
the
gallery
?
"
she
further
asked
.
She
appeared
to
be
cross-questioning
me
,
attempting
to
draw
from
me
information
unawares
.
The
idea
struck
me
that
if
she
discovered
I
knew
or
suspected
her
guilt
,
she
would
be
playing
of
some
of
her
malignant
pranks
on
me
;
I
thought
it
advisable
to
be
on
my
guard
.
"
On
the
contrary
,
"
said
I
,
"
I
bolted
my
door
.
"
"
Then
you
are
not
in
the
habit
of
bolting
your
door
every
night
before
you
get
into
bed
?
"
"
Fiend
!
she
wants
to
know
my
habits
,
that
she
may
lay
her
plans
accordingly
!
"
Indignation
again
prevailed
over
prudence
:
I
replied
sharply
,
"
Hitherto
I
have
often
omitted
to
fasten
the
bolt
:
I
did
not
think
it
necessary
.
I
was
not
aware
any
danger
or
annoyance
was
to
be
dreaded
at
Thornfield
Hall
:
but
in
future
"
(
and
I
laid
marked
stress
on
the
words
)
"
I
shall
take
good
care
to
make
all
secure
before
I
venture
to
lie
down
.
"
"
It
will
be
wise
so
to
do
,
"
was
her
answer
:
"
this
neighbourhood
is
as
quiet
as
any
I
know
,
and
I
never
heard
of
the
hall
being
attempted
by
robbers
since
it
was
a
house
;
though
there
are
hundreds
of
pounds
'
worth
of
plate
in
the
plate-closet
,
as
is
well
known
.
And
you
see
,
for
such
a
large
house
,
there
are
very
few
servants
,
because
master
has
never
lived
here
much
;
and
when
he
does
come
,
being
a
bachelor
,
he
needs
little
waiting
on
:
but
I
always
think
it
best
to
err
on
the
safe
side
;
a
door
is
soon
fastened
,
and
it
is
as
well
to
have
a
drawn
bolt
between
one
and
any
mischief
that
may
be
about
.
A
deal
of
people
,
Miss
,
are
for
trusting
all
to
Providence
;
but
I
say
Providence
will
not
dispense
with
the
means
,
though
He
often
blesses
them
when
they
are
used
discreetly
.
"
And
here
she
closed
her
harangue
:
a
long
one
for
her
,
and
uttered
with
the
demureness
of
a
Quakeress
.
I
still
stood
absolutely
dumfoundered
at
what
appeared
to
me
her
miraculous
self-possession
and
most
inscrutable
hypocrisy
,
when
the
cook
entered
.
"
Mrs.
Poole
,
"
said
she
,
addressing
Grace
,
"
the
servants
'
dinner
will
soon
be
ready
:
will
you
come
down
?
"
"
No
;
just
put
my
pint
of
porter
and
bit
of
pudding
on
a
tray
,
and
I
'll
carry
it
upstairs
.
"
