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"
Take
care
of
him
,
"
said
Mr.
Rochester
to
the
latter
,
"
and
keep
him
at
your
house
till
he
is
quite
well
:
I
shall
ride
over
in
a
day
or
two
to
see
how
he
gets
on
.
Richard
,
how
is
it
with
you
?
"
"
The
fresh
air
revives
me
,
Fairfax
.
"
"
Leave
the
window
open
on
his
side
,
Carter
;
there
is
no
wind
--
good-bye
,
Dick
.
"
"
Fairfax
--
"
"
Well
what
is
it
?
"
"
Let
her
be
taken
care
of
;
let
her
be
treated
as
tenderly
as
may
be
:
let
her
--
"
he
stopped
and
burst
into
tears
.
"
I
do
my
best
;
and
have
done
it
,
and
will
do
it
,
"
was
the
answer
:
he
shut
up
the
chaise
door
,
and
the
vehicle
drove
away
.
"
Yet
would
to
God
there
was
an
end
of
all
this
!
"
added
Mr.
Rochester
,
as
he
closed
and
barred
the
heavy
yard-gates
.
This
done
,
he
moved
with
slow
step
and
abstracted
air
towards
a
door
in
the
wall
bordering
the
orchard
.
I
,
supposing
he
had
done
with
me
,
prepared
to
return
to
the
house
;
again
,
however
,
I
heard
him
call
"
Jane
!
"
He
had
opened
feel
portal
and
stood
at
it
,
waiting
for
me
.
"
Come
where
there
is
some
freshness
,
for
a
few
moments
,
"
he
said
;
"
that
house
is
a
mere
dungeon
:
do
n't
you
feel
it
so
?
"
