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She
was
getting
much
excited
.
"
I
think
I
had
better
leave
her
now
,
"
said
I
to
Bessie
,
who
stood
on
the
other
side
of
the
bed
.
"
Perhaps
you
had
,
Miss
:
but
she
often
talks
in
this
way
towards
night
--
in
the
morning
she
is
calmer
.
"
I
rose
.
"
Stop
!
"
exclaimed
Mrs.
Reed
,
"
there
is
another
thing
I
wished
to
say
.
He
threatens
me
--
he
continually
threatens
me
with
his
own
death
,
or
mine
:
and
I
dream
sometimes
that
I
see
him
laid
out
with
a
great
wound
in
his
throat
,
or
with
a
swollen
and
blackened
face
.
I
am
come
to
a
strange
pass
:
I
have
heavy
troubles
.
What
is
to
be
done
?
How
is
the
money
to
be
had
?
"
Bessie
now
endeavoured
to
persuade
her
to
take
a
sedative
draught
:
she
succeeded
with
difficulty
.
Soon
after
,
Mrs.
Reed
grew
more
composed
,
and
sank
into
a
dozing
state
.
I
then
left
her
.
More
than
ten
days
elapsed
before
I
had
again
any
conversation
with
her
.
She
continued
either
delirious
or
lethargic
;
and
the
doctor
forbade
everything
which
could
painfully
excite
her
.
Meantime
,
I
got
on
as
well
as
I
could
with
Georgiana
and
Eliza
.
They
were
very
cold
,
indeed
,
at
first
.
Eliza
would
sit
half
the
day
sewing
,
reading
,
or
writing
,
and
scarcely
utter
a
word
either
to
me
or
her
sister
.
Georgiana
would
chatter
nonsense
to
her
canary
bird
by
the
hour
,
and
take
no
notice
of
me
.
But
I
was
determined
not
to
seem
at
a
loss
for
occupation
or
amusement
:
I
had
brought
my
drawing
materials
with
me
,
and
they
served
me
for
both
.
Provided
with
a
case
of
pencils
,
and
some
sheets
of
paper
,
I
used
to
take
a
seat
apart
from
them
,
near
the
window
,
and
busy
myself
in
sketching
fancy
vignettes
,
representing
any
scene
that
happened
momentarily
to
shape
itself
in
the
ever-shifting
kaleidoscope
of
imagination
:
a
glimpse
of
sea
between
two
rocks
;
the
rising
moon
,
and
a
ship
crossing
its
disk
;
a
group
of
reeds
and
water-flags
,
and
a
naiad
's
head
,
crowned
with
lotus-flowers
,
rising
out
of
them
;
an
elf
sitting
in
a
hedge-sparrow
's
nest
,
under
a
wreath
of
hawthorn-bloom
.
One
morning
I
fell
to
sketching
a
face
:
what
sort
of
a
face
it
was
to
be
,
I
did
not
care
or
know
.
I
took
a
soft
black
pencil
,
gave
it
a
broad
point
,
and
worked
away
.
Soon
I
had
traced
on
the
paper
a
broad
and
prominent
forehead
and
a
square
lower
outline
of
visage
:
that
contour
gave
me
pleasure
;
my
fingers
proceeded
actively
to
fill
it
with
features
.
Strongly-marked
horizontal
eyebrows
must
be
traced
under
that
brow
;
then
followed
,
naturally
,
a
well-defined
nose
,
with
a
straight
ridge
and
full
nostrils
;
then
a
flexible-looking
mouth
,
by
no
means
narrow
;
then
a
firm
chin
,
with
a
decided
cleft
down
the
middle
of
it
:
of
course
,
some
black
whiskers
were
wanted
,
and
some
jetty
hair
,
tufted
on
the
temples
,
and
waved
above
the
forehead
.
Now
for
the
eyes
:
I
had
left
them
to
the
last
,
because
they
required
the
most
careful
working
.
I
drew
them
large
;
I
shaped
them
well
:
the
eyelashes
I
traced
long
and
sombre
;
the
irids
lustrous
and
large
.
"
Good
!
but
not
quite
the
thing
,
"
I
thought
,
as
I
surveyed
the
effect
:
"
they
want
more
force
and
spirit
;
"
and
I
wrought
the
shades
blacker
,
that
the
lights
might
flash
more
brilliantly
--
a
happy
touch
or
two
secured
success
.
There
,
I
had
a
friend
's
face
under
my
gaze
;
and
what
did
it
signify
that
those
young
ladies
turned
their
backs
on
me
?
I
looked
at
it
;
I
smiled
at
the
speaking
likeness
:
I
was
absorbed
and
content
.
"
Is
that
a
portrait
of
some
one
you
know
?
"
asked
Eliza
,
who
had
approached
me
unnoticed
.
I
responded
that
it
was
merely
a
fancy
head
,
and
hurried
it
beneath
the
other
sheets
.
Of
course
,
I
lied
:
it
was
,
in
fact
,
a
very
faithful
representation
of
Mr.
Rochester
.
But
what
was
that
to
her
,
or
to
any
one
but
myself
?
Georgiana
also
advanced
to
look
.
The
other
drawings
pleased
her
much
,
but
she
called
that
"
an
ugly
man
.
"
They
both
seemed
surprised
at
my
skill
.
I
offered
to
sketch
their
portraits
;
and
each
,
in
turn
,
sat
for
a
pencil
outline
.
Then
Georgiana
produced
her
album
.
I
promised
to
contribute
a
water-colour
drawing
:
this
put
her
at
once
into
good
humour
.
She
proposed
a
walk
in
the
grounds
.
Before
we
had
been
out
two
hours
,
we
were
deep
in
a
confidential
conversation
:
she
had
favoured
me
with
a
description
of
the
brilliant
winter
she
had
spent
in
London
two
seasons
ago
--
of
the
admiration
she
had
there
excited
--
the
attention
she
had
received
;
and
I
even
got
hints
of
the
titled
conquest
she
had
made
.
In
the
course
of
the
afternoon
and
evening
these
hints
were
enlarged
on
:
various
soft
conversations
were
reported
,
and
sentimental
scenes
represented
;
and
,
in
short
,
a
volume
of
a
novel
of
fashionable
life
was
that
day
improvised
by
her
for
my
benefit
.
The
communications
were
renewed
from
day
to
day
:
they
always
ran
on
the
same
theme
--
herself
,
her
loves
,
and
woes
.
It
was
strange
she
never
once
adverted
either
to
her
mother
's
illness
,
or
her
brother
'
s
death
,
or
the
present
gloomy
state
of
the
family
prospects
.
Her
mind
seemed
wholly
taken
up
with
reminiscences
of
past
gaiety
,
and
aspirations
after
dissipations
to
come
.
She
passed
about
five
minutes
each
day
in
her
mother
's
sick-room
,
and
no
more
.
