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"
Well
,
"
he
said
,
after
some
minutes
'
silence
,
"
it
is
strange
;
but
that
sentence
has
penetrated
my
breast
painfully
.
Why
?
I
think
because
you
said
it
with
such
an
earnest
,
religious
energy
,
and
because
your
upward
gaze
at
me
now
is
the
very
sublime
of
faith
,
truth
,
and
devotion
:
it
is
too
much
as
if
some
spirit
were
near
me
.
Look
wicked
,
Jane
:
as
you
know
well
how
to
look
:
coin
one
of
your
wild
,
shy
,
provoking
smiles
;
tell
me
you
hate
me
--
tease
me
,
vex
me
;
do
anything
but
move
me
:
I
would
rather
be
incensed
than
saddened
.
"
"
I
will
tease
you
and
vex
you
to
your
heart
's
content
,
when
I
have
finished
my
tale
:
but
hear
me
to
the
end
.
"
"
I
thought
,
Jane
,
you
had
told
me
all
.
I
thought
I
had
found
the
source
of
your
melancholy
in
a
dream
.
"
I
shook
my
head
.
"
What
!
is
there
more
?
But
I
will
not
believe
it
to
be
anything
important
.
I
warn
you
of
incredulity
beforehand
.
Go
on
.
"
The
disquietude
of
his
air
,
the
somewhat
apprehensive
impatience
of
his
manner
,
surprised
me
:
but
I
proceeded
.
"
I
dreamt
another
dream
,
sir
:
that
Thornfield
Hall
was
a
dreary
ruin
,
the
retreat
of
bats
and
owls
.
I
thought
that
of
all
the
stately
front
nothing
remained
but
a
shell-like
wall
,
very
high
and
very
fragile-looking
.
I
wandered
,
on
a
moonlight
night
,
through
the
grass-grown
enclosure
within
:
here
I
stumbled
over
a
marble
hearth
,
and
there
over
a
fallen
fragment
of
cornice
.
Wrapped
up
in
a
shawl
,
I
still
carried
the
unknown
little
child
:
I
might
not
lay
it
down
anywhere
,
however
tired
were
my
arms
--
however
much
its
weight
impeded
my
progress
,
I
must
retain
it
.
I
heard
the
gallop
of
a
horse
at
a
distance
on
the
road
;
I
was
sure
it
was
you
;
and
you
were
departing
for
many
years
and
for
a
distant
country
.
I
climbed
the
thin
wall
with
frantic
perilous
haste
,
eager
to
catch
one
glimpse
of
you
from
the
top
:
the
stones
rolled
from
under
my
feet
,
the
ivy
branches
I
grasped
gave
way
,
the
child
clung
round
my
neck
in
terror
,
and
almost
strangled
me
;
at
last
I
gained
the
summit
.
I
saw
you
like
a
speck
on
a
white
track
,
lessening
every
moment
.
The
blast
blew
so
strong
I
could
not
stand
.
I
sat
down
on
the
narrow
ledge
;
I
hushed
the
scared
infant
in
my
lap
:
you
turned
an
angle
of
the
road
:
I
bent
forward
to
take
a
last
look
;
the
wall
crumbled
;
I
was
shaken
;
the
child
rolled
from
my
knee
,
I
lost
my
balance
,
fell
,
and
woke
.
"
"
Now
,
Jane
,
that
is
all
.
"
"
All
the
preface
,
sir
;
the
tale
is
yet
to
come
.
On
waking
,
a
gleam
dazzled
my
eyes
;
I
thought
--
Oh
,
it
is
daylight
!
But
I
was
mistaken
;
it
was
only
candlelight
.
Sophie
,
I
supposed
,
had
come
in
.
There
was
a
light
in
the
dressing-table
,
and
the
door
of
the
closet
,
where
,
before
going
to
bed
,
I
had
hung
my
wedding-dress
and
veil
,
stood
open
;
I
heard
a
rustling
there
.
I
asked
,
'
Sophie
,
what
are
you
doing
?
'
No
one
answered
;
but
a
form
emerged
from
the
closet
;
it
took
the
light
,
held
it
aloft
,
and
surveyed
the
garments
pendent
from
the
portmanteau
.
'
Sophie
!
Sophie
!
'
I
again
cried
:
and
still
it
was
silent
.
I
had
risen
up
in
bed
,
I
bent
forward
:
first
surprise
,
then
bewilderment
,
came
over
me
;
and
then
my
blood
crept
cold
through
my
veins
.
Mr.
Rochester
,
this
was
not
Sophie
,
it
was
not
Leah
,
it
was
not
Mrs.
Fairfax
:
it
was
not
--
no
,
I
was
sure
of
it
,
and
am
still
--
it
was
not
even
that
strange
woman
,
Grace
Poole
.
"
