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Well
,
he
is
not
a
ghost
;
yet
every
nerve
I
have
is
unstrung
:
for
a
moment
I
am
beyond
my
own
mastery
.
What
does
it
mean
?
I
did
not
think
I
should
tremble
in
this
way
when
I
saw
him
,
or
lose
my
voice
or
the
power
of
motion
in
his
presence
.
I
will
go
back
as
soon
as
I
can
stir
:
I
need
not
make
an
absolute
fool
of
myself
.
I
know
another
way
to
the
house
.
It
does
not
signify
if
I
knew
twenty
ways
;
for
he
has
seen
me
.
"
Hillo
!
"
he
cries
;
and
he
puts
up
his
book
and
his
pencil
.
"
There
you
are
!
Come
on
,
if
you
please
.
I
suppose
I
do
come
on
;
though
in
what
fashion
I
know
not
;
being
scarcely
cognisant
of
my
movements
,
and
solicitous
only
to
appear
calm
;
and
,
above
all
,
to
control
the
working
muscles
of
my
face
--
which
I
feel
rebel
insolently
against
my
will
,
and
struggle
to
express
what
I
had
resolved
to
conceal
.
But
I
have
a
veil
--
it
is
down
:
I
may
make
shift
yet
to
behave
with
decent
composure
.
"
And
this
is
Jane
Eyre
?
Are
you
coming
from
Millcote
,
and
on
foot
?
Yes
--
just
one
of
your
tricks
:
not
to
send
for
a
carriage
,
and
come
clattering
over
street
and
road
like
a
common
mortal
,
but
to
steal
into
the
vicinage
of
your
home
along
with
twilight
,
just
as
if
you
were
a
dream
or
a
shade
.
What
the
deuce
have
you
done
with
yourself
this
last
month
?
"
"
I
have
been
with
my
aunt
,
sir
,
who
is
dead
.
"
"
A
true
Janian
reply
!
Good
angels
be
my
guard
!
She
comes
from
the
other
world
--
from
the
abode
of
people
who
are
dead
;
and
tells
me
so
when
she
meets
me
alone
here
in
the
gloaming
!
If
I
dared
,
I
'd
touch
you
,
to
see
if
you
are
substance
or
shadow
,
you
elf
!
--
but
I
'd
as
soon
offer
to
take
hold
of
a
blue
ignis
fatuus
light
in
a
marsh
.
Truant
!
truant
!
"
he
added
,
when
he
had
paused
an
instant
.
"
Absent
from
me
a
whole
month
,
and
forgetting
me
quite
,
I
'll
be
sworn
!
"
I
knew
there
would
be
pleasure
in
meeting
my
master
again
,
even
though
broken
by
the
fear
that
he
was
so
soon
to
cease
to
be
my
master
,
and
by
the
knowledge
that
I
was
nothing
to
him
:
but
there
was
ever
in
Mr.
Rochester
(
so
at
least
I
thought
)
such
a
wealth
of
the
power
of
communicating
happiness
,
that
to
taste
but
of
the
crumbs
he
scattered
to
stray
and
stranger
birds
like
me
,
was
to
feast
genially
.
His
last
words
were
balm
:
they
seemed
to
imply
that
it
imported
something
to
him
whether
I
forgot
him
or
not
.
And
he
had
spoken
of
Thornfield
as
my
home
--
would
that
it
were
my
home
!
He
did
not
leave
the
stile
,
and
I
hardly
liked
to
ask
to
go
by
.
I
inquired
soon
if
he
had
not
been
to
London
.
"
Yes
;
I
suppose
you
found
that
out
by
second-sight
.
"
