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"
Then
,
sir
,
listen
.
You
were
from
home
last
night
?
"
"
I
was
:
I
know
that
;
and
you
hinted
a
while
ago
at
something
which
had
happened
in
my
absence
:
-
nothing
,
probably
,
of
consequence
;
but
,
in
short
,
it
has
disturbed
you
.
Let
me
hear
it
.
Mrs.
Fairfax
has
said
something
,
perhaps
?
or
you
have
overheard
the
servants
talk
?
--
your
sensitive
self-respect
has
been
wounded
?
"
"
No
,
sir
.
"
It
struck
twelve
--
I
waited
till
the
time-piece
had
concluded
its
silver
chime
,
and
the
clock
its
hoarse
,
vibrating
stroke
,
and
then
I
proceeded
.
"
All
day
yesterday
I
was
very
busy
,
and
very
happy
in
my
ceaseless
bustle
;
for
I
am
not
,
as
you
seem
to
think
,
troubled
by
any
haunting
fears
about
the
new
sphere
,
et
cetera
:
I
think
it
a
glorious
thing
to
have
the
hope
of
living
with
you
,
because
I
love
you
.
No
,
sir
,
do
n't
caress
me
now
--
let
me
talk
undisturbed
.
Yesterday
I
trusted
well
in
Providence
,
and
believed
that
events
were
working
together
for
your
good
and
mine
:
it
was
a
fine
day
,
if
you
recollect
--
the
calmness
of
the
air
and
sky
forbade
apprehensions
respecting
your
safety
or
comfort
on
your
journey
.
I
walked
a
little
while
on
the
pavement
after
tea
,
thinking
of
you
;
and
I
beheld
you
in
imagination
so
near
me
,
I
scarcely
missed
your
actual
presence
.
I
thought
of
the
life
that
lay
before
me
--
your
life
,
sir
--
an
existence
more
expansive
and
stirring
than
my
own
:
as
much
more
so
as
the
depths
of
the
sea
to
which
the
brook
runs
are
than
the
shallows
of
its
own
strait
channel
.
I
wondered
why
moralists
call
this
world
a
dreary
wilderness
:
for
me
it
blossomed
like
a
rose
.
Just
at
sunset
,
the
air
turned
cold
and
the
sky
cloudy
:
I
went
in
,
Sophie
called
me
upstairs
to
look
at
my
wedding-dress
,
which
they
had
just
brought
;
and
under
it
in
the
box
I
found
your
present
--
the
veil
which
,
in
your
princely
extravagance
,
you
sent
for
from
London
:
resolved
,
I
suppose
,
since
I
would
not
have
jewels
,
to
cheat
me
into
accepting
something
as
costly
.
I
smiled
as
I
unfolded
it
,
and
devised
how
I
would
tease
you
about
your
aristocratic
tastes
,
and
your
efforts
to
masque
your
plebeian
bride
in
the
attributes
of
a
peeress
.
I
thought
how
I
would
carry
down
to
you
the
square
of
unembroidered
blond
I
had
myself
prepared
as
a
covering
for
my
low-born
head
,
and
ask
if
that
was
not
good
enough
for
a
woman
who
could
bring
her
husband
neither
fortune
,
beauty
,
nor
connections
.
I
saw
plainly
how
you
would
look
;
and
heard
your
impetuous
republican
answers
,
and
your
haughty
disavowal
of
any
necessity
on
your
part
to
augment
your
wealth
,
or
elevate
your
standing
,
by
marrying
either
a
purse
or
a
coronet
.
"
"
How
well
you
read
me
,
you
witch
!
"
interposed
Mr.
Rochester
:
"
but
what
did
you
find
in
the
veil
besides
its
embroidery
?
Did
you
find
poison
,
or
a
dagger
,
that
you
look
so
mournful
now
?
"
"
No
,
no
,
sir
;
besides
the
delicacy
and
richness
of
the
fabric
,
I
found
nothing
save
Fairfax
Rochester
's
pride
;
and
that
did
not
scare
me
,
because
I
am
used
to
the
sight
of
the
demon
.
But
,
sir
,
as
it
grew
dark
,
the
wind
rose
:
it
blew
yesterday
evening
,
not
as
it
blows
now
--
wild
and
high
--
but
'
with
a
sullen
,
moaning
sound
'
far
more
eerie
.
I
wished
you
were
at
home
.
I
came
into
this
room
,
and
the
sight
of
the
empty
chair
and
fireless
hearth
chilled
me
.
For
some
time
after
I
went
to
bed
,
I
could
not
sleep
--
a
sense
of
anxious
excitement
distressed
me
.
The
gale
still
rising
,
seemed
to
my
ear
to
muffle
a
mournful
under-sound
;
whether
in
the
house
or
abroad
I
could
not
at
first
tell
,
but
it
recurred
,
doubtful
yet
doleful
at
every
lull
;
at
last
I
made
out
it
must
be
some
dog
howling
at
a
distance
.
I
was
glad
when
it
ceased
.
On
sleeping
,
I
continued
in
dreams
the
idea
of
a
dark
and
gusty
night
.
I
continued
also
the
wish
to
be
with
you
,
and
experienced
a
strange
,
regretful
consciousness
of
some
barrier
dividing
us
.
During
all
my
first
sleep
,
I
was
following
the
windings
of
an
unknown
road
;
total
obscurity
environed
me
;
rain
pelted
me
;
I
was
burdened
with
the
charge
of
a
little
child
:
a
very
small
creature
,
too
young
and
feeble
to
walk
,
and
which
shivered
in
my
cold
arms
,
and
wailed
piteously
in
my
ear
.
I
thought
,
sir
,
that
you
were
on
the
road
a
long
way
before
me
;
and
I
strained
every
nerve
to
overtake
you
,
and
made
effort
on
effort
to
utter
your
name
and
entreat
you
to
stop
--
but
my
movements
were
fettered
,
and
my
voice
still
died
away
inarticulate
;
while
you
,
I
felt
,
withdrew
farther
and
farther
every
moment
.
"
"
And
these
dreams
weigh
on
your
spirits
now
,
Jane
,
when
I
am
close
to
you
?
Little
nervous
subject
!
Forget
visionary
woe
,
and
think
only
of
real
happiness
!
You
say
you
love
me
,
Janet
:
yes
--
I
will
not
forget
that
;
and
you
can
not
deny
it
.
Those
words
did
not
die
inarticulate
on
your
lips
.
I
heard
them
clear
and
soft
:
a
thought
too
solemn
perhaps
,
but
sweet
as
music
--
'
I
think
it
is
a
glorious
thing
to
have
the
hope
of
living
with
you
,
Edward
,
because
I
love
you
.
'
Do
you
love
me
,
Jane
?
--
repeat
it
.
"
"
I
do
,
sir
--
I
do
,
with
my
whole
heart
.
"
