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And
if
I
had
loved
him
less
I
should
have
thought
his
accent
and
look
of
exultation
savage
;
but
,
sitting
by
him
,
roused
from
the
nightmare
of
parting
--
called
to
the
paradise
of
union
--
I
thought
only
of
the
bliss
given
me
to
drink
in
so
abundant
a
flow
.
Again
and
again
he
said
,
"
Are
you
happy
,
Jane
?
"
And
again
and
again
I
answered
,
"
Yes
.
"
After
which
he
murmured
,
"
It
will
atone
--
it
will
atone
.
Have
I
not
found
her
friendless
,
and
cold
,
and
comfortless
?
Will
I
not
guard
,
and
cherish
,
and
solace
her
?
Is
there
not
love
in
my
heart
,
and
constancy
in
my
resolves
?
It
will
expiate
at
God
's
tribunal
.
I
know
my
Maker
sanctions
what
I
do
.
For
the
world
's
judgment
--
I
wash
my
hands
thereof
.
For
man
's
opinion
--
I
defy
it
.
"
But
what
had
befallen
the
night
?
The
moon
was
not
yet
set
,
and
we
were
all
in
shadow
:
I
could
scarcely
see
my
master
's
face
,
near
as
I
was
.
And
what
ailed
the
chestnut
tree
?
it
writhed
and
groaned
;
while
wind
roared
in
the
laurel
walk
,
and
came
sweeping
over
us
.
"
We
must
go
in
,
"
said
Mr.
Rochester
:
"
the
weather
changes
.
I
could
have
sat
with
thee
till
morning
,
Jane
.
"
"
And
so
,
"
thought
I
,
"
could
I
with
you
.
"
I
should
have
said
so
,
perhaps
,
but
a
livid
,
vivid
spark
leapt
out
of
a
cloud
at
which
I
was
looking
,
and
there
was
a
crack
,
a
crash
,
and
a
close
rattling
peal
;
and
I
thought
only
of
hiding
my
dazzled
eyes
against
Mr.
Rochester
's
shoulder
.
The
rain
rushed
down
.
He
hurried
me
up
the
walk
,
through
the
grounds
,
and
into
the
house
;
but
we
were
quite
wet
before
we
could
pass
the
threshold
He
was
taking
off
my
shawl
in
the
hall
,
and
shaking
the
water
out
of
my
loosened
hair
,
when
Mrs.
Fairfax
emerged
from
her
room
.
I
did
not
observe
her
at
first
,
nor
did
Mr.
Rochester
.
The
lamp
was
lit
.
The
clock
was
on
the
stroke
of
twelve
.
"
Hasten
to
take
off
your
wet
things
,
"
said
he
;
"
and
before
you
go
,
good-night
--
good-night
,
my
darling
!
"
He
kissed
me
repeatedly
.
When
I
looked
up
,
on
leaving
his
arms
,
there
stood
the
widow
,
pale
,
grave
,
and
amazed
.
I
only
smiled
at
her
,
and
ran
upstairs
.
"
Explanation
will
do
for
another
time
,
"
thought
I.
Still
,
when
I
reached
my
chamber
,
I
felt
a
pang
at
the
idea
she
should
even
temporarily
misconstrue
what
she
had
seen
.
But
joy
soon
effaced
every
other
feeling
;
and
loud
as
the
wind
blew
,
near
and
deep
as
the
thunder
crashed
,
fierce
and
frequent
as
the
lightning
gleamed
,
cataract-like
as
the
rain
fell
during
a
storm
of
two
hours
'
duration
,
I
experienced
no
fear
and
little
awe
.
Mr.
Rochester
came
thrice
to
my
door
in
the
course
of
it
,
to
ask
if
I
was
safe
and
tranquil
:
and
that
was
comfort
,
that
was
strength
for
anything
.
Before
I
left
my
bed
in
the
morning
,
little
Adele
came
running
in
to
tell
me
that
the
great
horse-chestnut
at
the
bottom
of
the
orchard
had
been
struck
by
lightning
in
the
night
,
and
half
of
it
split
away
.
As
I
rose
and
dressed
,
I
thought
over
what
had
happened
,
and
wondered
if
it
were
a
dream
.
I
could
not
be
certain
of
the
reality
till
I
had
seen
Mr.
Rochester
again
,
and
heard
him
renew
his
words
of
love
and
promise
.
