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"
Go
back
now
into
the
room
;
step
quietly
up
to
Mason
,
and
whisper
in
his
ear
that
Mr.
Rochester
is
come
and
wishes
to
see
him
:
show
him
in
here
and
then
leave
me
.
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
I
did
his
behest
.
The
company
all
stared
at
me
as
I
passed
straight
among
them
.
I
sought
Mr.
Mason
,
delivered
the
message
,
and
preceded
him
from
the
room
:
I
ushered
him
into
the
library
,
and
then
I
went
upstairs
.
At
a
late
hour
,
after
I
had
been
in
bed
some
time
,
I
heard
the
visitors
repair
to
their
chambers
:
I
distinguished
Mr.
Rochester
's
voice
,
and
heard
him
say
,
"
This
way
,
Mason
;
this
is
your
room
.
"
He
spoke
cheerfully
:
the
gay
tones
set
my
heart
at
ease
.
I
was
soon
asleep
.
I
had
forgotten
to
draw
my
curtain
,
which
I
usually
did
,
and
also
to
let
down
my
window-blind
.
The
consequence
was
,
that
when
the
moon
,
which
was
full
and
bright
(
for
the
night
was
fine
)
,
came
in
her
course
to
that
space
in
the
sky
opposite
my
casement
,
and
looked
in
at
me
through
the
unveiled
panes
,
her
glorious
gaze
roused
me
.
Awaking
in
the
dead
of
night
,
I
opened
my
eyes
on
her
disk
--
silver-white
and
crystal
clear
.
It
was
beautiful
,
but
too
solemn
;
I
half
rose
,
and
stretched
my
arm
to
draw
the
curtain
.
Good
God
!
What
a
cry
!
The
night
--
its
silence
--
its
rest
,
was
rent
in
twain
by
a
savage
,
a
sharp
,
a
shrilly
sound
that
ran
from
end
to
end
of
Thornfield
Hall
.
My
pulse
stopped
:
my
heart
stood
still
;
my
stretched
arm
was
paralysed
.
The
cry
died
,
and
was
not
renewed
.
Indeed
,
whatever
being
uttered
that
fearful
shriek
could
not
soon
repeat
it
:
not
the
widest-winged
condor
on
the
Andes
could
,
twice
in
succession
,
send
out
such
a
yell
from
the
cloud
shrouding
his
eyrie
.
The
thing
delivering
such
utterance
must
rest
ere
it
could
repeat
the
effort
.
It
came
out
of
the
third
storey
;
for
it
passed
overhead
.
And
overhead
--
yes
,
in
the
room
just
above
my
chamber-ceiling
--
I
now
heard
a
struggle
:
a
deadly
one
it
seemed
from
the
noise
;
and
a
half-smothered
voice
shouted
--
