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I
saw
a
room
I
remembered
to
have
seen
before
,
the
day
Mrs.
Fairfax
showed
me
over
the
house
:
it
was
hung
with
tapestry
;
but
the
tapestry
was
now
looped
up
in
one
part
,
and
there
was
a
door
apparent
,
which
had
then
been
concealed
.
This
door
was
open
;
a
light
shone
out
of
the
room
within
:
I
heard
thence
a
snarling
,
snatching
sound
,
almost
like
a
dog
quarrelling
.
Mr.
Rochester
,
putting
down
his
candle
,
said
to
me
,
"
Wait
a
minute
,
"
and
he
went
forward
to
the
inner
apartment
.
A
shout
of
laughter
greeted
his
entrance
;
noisy
at
first
,
and
terminating
in
Grace
Poole
's
own
goblin
ha
!
ha
!
she
then
was
there
.
He
made
some
sort
of
arrangement
without
speaking
,
though
I
heard
a
low
voice
address
him
:
he
came
out
and
closed
the
door
behind
him
.
"
Here
,
Jane
!
"
he
said
;
and
I
walked
round
to
the
other
side
of
a
large
bed
,
which
with
its
drawn
curtains
concealed
a
considerable
portion
of
the
chamber
.
An
easy-chair
was
near
the
bed-head
:
a
man
sat
in
it
,
dressed
with
the
exception
of
his
coat
;
he
was
still
;
his
head
leant
back
;
his
eyes
were
closed
.
Mr.
Rochester
held
the
candle
over
him
;
I
recognised
in
his
pale
and
seemingly
lifeless
face
--
the
stranger
,
Mason
:
I
saw
too
that
his
linen
on
one
side
,
and
one
arm
,
was
almost
soaked
in
blood
.
"
Hold
the
candle
,
"
said
Mr.
Rochester
,
and
I
took
it
:
he
fetched
a
basin
of
water
from
the
washstand
:
"
Hold
that
,
"
said
he
.
I
obeyed
.
He
took
the
sponge
,
dipped
it
in
,
and
moistened
the
corpse-like
face
;
he
asked
for
my
smelling-bottle
,
and
applied
it
to
the
nostrils
.
Mr.
Mason
shortly
unclosed
his
eyes
;
he
groaned
.
Mr.
Rochester
opened
the
shirt
of
the
wounded
man
,
whose
arm
and
shoulder
were
bandaged
:
he
sponged
away
blood
,
trickling
fast
down
.
"
Is
there
immediate
danger
?
"
murmured
Mr.
Mason
.
"
Pooh
!
No
--
a
mere
scratch
.
Do
n't
be
so
overcome
,
man
:
bear
up
!
I
'll
fetch
a
surgeon
for
you
now
,
myself
:
you
'
ll
be
able
to
be
removed
by
morning
,
I
hope
.
Jane
,
"
he
continued
.
"
Sir
?
"
"
I
shall
have
to
leave
you
in
this
room
with
this
gentleman
,
for
an
hour
,
or
perhaps
two
hours
:
you
will
sponge
the
blood
as
I
do
when
it
returns
:
if
he
feels
faint
,
you
will
put
the
glass
of
water
on
that
stand
to
his
lips
,
and
your
salts
to
his
nose
.
You
will
not
speak
to
him
on
any
pretext
--
and
--
Richard
,
it
will
be
at
the
peril
of
your
life
if
you
speak
to
her
:
open
your
lips
--
agitate
yourself
-
--
and
I
'll
not
answer
for
the
consequences
.
"
Again
the
poor
man
groaned
;
he
looked
as
if
he
dared
not
move
;
fear
,
either
of
death
or
of
something
else
,
appeared
almost
to
paralyse
him
.
Mr.
Rochester
put
the
now
bloody
sponge
into
my
hand
,
and
I
proceeded
to
use
it
as
he
had
done
.
He
watched
me
a
second
,
then
saying
,
"
Remember
!
--
No
conversation
,
"
he
left
the
room
.
I
experienced
a
strange
feeling
as
the
key
grated
in
the
lock
,
and
the
sound
of
his
retreating
step
ceased
to
be
heard
.
