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She
approached
the
basin
,
and
bent
over
it
as
if
to
fill
her
pitcher
;
she
again
lifted
it
to
her
head
.
The
personage
on
the
well-brink
now
seemed
to
accost
her
;
to
make
some
request
:
-
"
She
hasted
,
let
down
her
pitcher
on
her
hand
,
and
gave
him
to
drink
.
"
From
the
bosom
of
his
robe
he
then
produced
a
casket
,
opened
it
and
showed
magnificent
bracelets
and
earrings
;
she
acted
astonishment
and
admiration
;
kneeling
,
he
laid
the
treasure
at
her
feet
;
incredulity
and
delight
were
expressed
by
her
looks
and
gestures
;
the
stranger
fastened
the
bracelets
on
her
arms
and
the
rings
in
her
ears
.
It
was
Eliezer
and
Rebecca
:
the
camels
only
were
wanting
.
The
divining
party
again
laid
their
heads
together
:
apparently
they
could
not
agree
about
the
word
or
syllable
the
scene
illustrated
.
Colonel
Dent
,
their
spokesman
,
demanded
"
the
tableau
of
the
whole
;
"
whereupon
the
curtain
again
descended
.
On
its
third
rising
only
a
portion
of
the
drawing-room
was
disclosed
;
the
rest
being
concealed
by
a
screen
,
hung
with
some
sort
of
dark
and
coarse
drapery
.
The
marble
basin
was
removed
;
in
its
place
,
stood
a
deal
table
and
a
kitchen
chair
:
these
objects
were
visible
by
a
very
dim
light
proceeding
from
a
horn
lantern
,
the
wax
candles
being
all
extinguished
.
Amidst
this
sordid
scene
,
sat
a
man
with
his
clenched
hands
resting
on
his
knees
,
and
his
eyes
bent
on
the
ground
.
I
knew
Mr.
Rochester
;
though
the
begrimed
face
,
the
disordered
dress
(
his
coat
hanging
loose
from
one
arm
,
as
if
it
had
been
almost
torn
from
his
back
in
a
scuffle
)
,
the
desperate
and
scowling
countenance
,
the
rough
,
bristling
hair
might
well
have
disguised
him
.
As
he
moved
,
a
chain
clanked
;
to
his
wrists
were
attached
fetters
.
"
Bridewell
!
"
exclaimed
Colonel
Dent
,
and
the
charade
was
solved
.
A
sufficient
interval
having
elapsed
for
the
performers
to
resume
their
ordinary
costume
,
they
re-entered
the
dining-room
.
Mr.
Rochester
led
in
Miss
Ingram
;
she
was
complimenting
him
on
his
acting
.
"
Do
you
know
,
"
said
she
,
"
that
,
of
the
three
characters
,
I
liked
you
in
the
last
best
?
Oh
,
had
you
but
lived
a
few
years
earlier
,
what
a
gallant
gentleman-highwayman
you
would
have
made
!
"
"
Is
all
the
soot
washed
from
my
face
?
"
he
asked
,
turning
it
towards
her
.
"
Alas
!
yes
:
the
more
's
the
pity
!
Nothing
could
be
more
becoming
to
your
complexion
than
that
ruffian
's
rouge
.
"
