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"
But
do
n't
pull
me
down
or
strangle
me
,
"
he
replied
:
for
the
Misses
Eshton
were
clinging
about
him
now
;
and
the
two
dowagers
,
in
vast
white
wrappers
,
were
bearing
down
on
him
like
ships
in
full
sail
.
"
All
's
right
!
--
all
'
s
right
!
"
he
cried
.
"
It
's
a
mere
rehearsal
of
Much
Ado
about
Nothing
.
Ladies
,
keep
off
,
or
I
shall
wax
dangerous
.
"
And
dangerous
he
looked
:
his
black
eyes
darted
sparks
.
Calming
himself
by
an
effort
,
he
added
--
"
A
servant
has
had
the
nightmare
;
that
is
all
.
She
's
an
excitable
,
nervous
person
:
she
construed
her
dream
into
an
apparition
,
or
something
of
that
sort
,
no
doubt
;
and
has
taken
a
fit
with
fright
.
Now
,
then
,
I
must
see
you
all
back
into
your
rooms
;
for
,
till
the
house
is
settled
,
she
can
not
be
looked
after
.
Gentlemen
,
have
the
goodness
to
set
the
ladies
the
example
.
Miss
Ingram
,
I
am
sure
you
will
not
fail
in
evincing
superiority
to
idle
terrors
.
Amy
and
Louisa
,
return
to
your
nests
like
a
pair
of
doves
,
as
you
are
.
Mesdames
"
(
to
the
dowagers
)
,
"
you
will
take
cold
to
a
dead
certainty
,
if
you
stay
in
this
chill
gallery
any
longer
.
"
And
so
,
by
dint
of
alternate
coaxing
and
commanding
,
he
contrived
to
get
them
all
once
more
enclosed
in
their
separate
dormitories
.
I
did
not
wait
to
be
ordered
back
to
mine
,
but
retreated
unnoticed
,
as
unnoticed
I
had
left
it
.
Not
,
however
,
to
go
to
bed
:
on
the
contrary
,
I
began
and
dressed
myself
carefully
.
The
sounds
I
had
heard
after
the
scream
,
and
the
words
that
had
been
uttered
,
had
probably
been
heard
only
by
me
;
for
they
had
proceeded
from
the
room
above
mine
:
but
they
assured
me
that
it
was
not
a
servant
's
dream
which
had
thus
struck
horror
through
the
house
;
and
that
the
explanation
Mr.
Rochester
had
given
was
merely
an
invention
framed
to
pacify
his
guests
.
I
dressed
,
then
,
to
be
ready
for
emergencies
.
When
dressed
,
I
sat
a
long
time
by
the
window
looking
out
over
the
silent
grounds
and
silvered
fields
and
waiting
for
I
knew
not
what
.
It
seemed
to
me
that
some
event
must
follow
the
strange
cry
,
struggle
,
and
call
.
No
:
stillness
returned
:
each
murmur
and
movement
ceased
gradually
,
and
in
about
an
hour
Thornfield
Hall
was
again
as
hushed
as
a
desert
.
It
seemed
that
sleep
and
night
had
resumed
their
empire
.
Meantime
the
moon
declined
:
she
was
about
to
set
.
Not
liking
to
sit
in
the
cold
and
darkness
,
I
thought
I
would
lie
down
on
my
bed
,
dressed
as
I
was
.
I
left
the
window
,
and
moved
with
little
noise
across
the
carpet
;
as
I
stooped
to
take
off
my
shoes
,
a
cautious
hand
tapped
low
at
the
door
.
"
Am
I
wanted
?
"
I
asked
.
