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My
eyes
were
covered
and
closed
:
eddying
darkness
seemed
to
swim
round
me
,
and
reflection
came
in
as
black
and
confused
a
flow
.
Self-abandoned
,
relaxed
,
and
effortless
,
I
seemed
to
have
laid
me
down
in
the
dried-up
bed
of
a
great
river
;
I
heard
a
flood
loosened
in
remote
mountains
,
and
felt
the
torrent
come
:
to
rise
I
had
no
will
,
to
flee
I
had
no
strength
.
I
lay
faint
,
longing
to
be
dead
.
One
idea
only
still
throbbed
life-like
within
me
--
a
remembrance
of
God
:
it
begot
an
unuttered
prayer
:
these
words
went
wandering
up
and
down
in
my
rayless
mind
,
as
something
that
should
be
whispered
,
but
no
energy
was
found
to
express
them
--
"
Be
not
far
from
me
,
for
trouble
is
near
:
there
is
none
to
help
.
"
It
was
near
:
and
as
I
had
lifted
no
petition
to
Heaven
to
avert
it
--
as
I
had
neither
joined
my
hands
,
nor
bent
my
knees
,
nor
moved
my
lips
--
it
came
:
in
full
heavy
swing
the
torrent
poured
over
me
.
The
whole
consciousness
of
my
life
lorn
,
my
love
lost
,
my
hope
quenched
,
my
faith
death-struck
,
swayed
full
and
mighty
above
me
in
one
sullen
mass
.
That
bitter
hour
can
not
be
described
:
in
truth
,
"
the
waters
came
into
my
soul
;
I
sank
in
deep
mire
:
I
felt
no
standing
;
I
came
into
deep
waters
;
the
floods
overflowed
me
.
"
Some
time
in
the
afternoon
I
raised
my
head
,
and
looking
round
and
seeing
the
western
sun
gilding
the
sign
of
its
decline
on
the
wall
,
I
asked
,
"
What
am
I
to
do
?
"
But
the
answer
my
mind
gave
--
"
Leave
Thornfield
at
once
"
--
was
so
prompt
,
so
dread
,
that
I
stopped
my
ears
.
I
said
I
could
not
bear
such
words
now
.
"
That
I
am
not
Edward
Rochester
's
bride
is
the
least
part
of
my
woe
,
"
I
alleged
:
"
that
I
have
wakened
out
of
most
glorious
dreams
,
and
found
them
all
void
and
vain
,
is
a
horror
I
could
bear
and
master
;
but
that
I
must
leave
him
decidedly
,
instantly
,
entirely
,
is
intolerable
.
I
can
not
do
it
.
"
But
,
then
,
a
voice
within
me
averred
that
I
could
do
it
and
foretold
that
I
should
do
it
.
I
wrestled
with
my
own
resolution
:
I
wanted
to
be
weak
that
I
might
avoid
the
awful
passage
of
further
suffering
I
saw
laid
out
for
me
;
and
Conscience
,
turned
tyrant
,
held
Passion
by
the
throat
,
told
her
tauntingly
,
she
had
yet
but
dipped
her
dainty
foot
in
the
slough
,
and
swore
that
with
that
arm
of
iron
he
would
thrust
her
down
to
unsounded
depths
of
agony
.
"
Let
me
be
torn
away
,
"
then
I
cried
.
"
Let
another
help
me
!
"
"
No
;
you
shall
tear
yourself
away
,
none
shall
help
you
:
you
shall
yourself
pluck
out
your
right
eye
;
yourself
cut
off
your
right
hand
:
your
heart
shall
be
the
victim
,
and
you
the
priest
to
transfix
it
.
"
I
rose
up
suddenly
,
terror-struck
at
the
solitude
which
so
ruthless
a
judge
haunted
,
--
at
the
silence
which
so
awful
a
voice
filled
.
My
head
swam
as
I
stood
erect
.
I
perceived
that
I
was
sickening
from
excitement
and
inanition
;
neither
meat
nor
drink
had
passed
my
lips
that
day
,
for
I
had
taken
no
breakfast
.
And
,
with
a
strange
pang
,
I
now
reflected
that
,
long
as
I
had
been
shut
up
here
,
no
message
had
been
sent
to
ask
how
I
was
,
or
to
invite
me
to
come
down
:
not
even
little
Adele
had
tapped
at
the
door
;
not
even
Mrs.
Fairfax
had
sought
me
.
"
Friends
always
forget
those
whom
fortune
forsakes
,
"
I
murmured
,
as
I
undrew
the
bolt
and
passed
out
.
I
stumbled
over
an
obstacle
:
my
head
was
still
dizzy
,
my
sight
was
dim
,
and
my
limbs
were
feeble
.
I
could
not
soon
recover
myself
.
I
fell
,
but
not
on
to
the
ground
:
an
outstretched
arm
caught
me
.
I
looked
up
--
I
was
supported
by
Mr.
Rochester
,
who
sat
in
a
chair
across
my
chamber
threshold
.
