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I
did
.
Mr.
Rochester
,
reading
my
countenance
,
saw
I
had
done
so
.
His
fury
was
wrought
to
the
highest
:
he
must
yield
to
it
for
a
moment
,
whatever
followed
;
he
crossed
the
floor
and
seized
my
arm
and
grasped
my
waist
.
He
seemed
to
devour
me
with
his
flaming
glance
:
physically
,
I
felt
,
at
the
moment
,
powerless
as
stubble
exposed
to
the
draught
and
glow
of
a
furnace
:
mentally
,
I
still
possessed
my
soul
,
and
with
it
the
certainty
of
ultimate
safety
.
The
soul
,
fortunately
,
has
an
interpreter
--
often
an
unconscious
,
but
still
a
truthful
interpreter
--
in
the
eye
.
My
eye
rose
to
his
;
and
while
I
looked
in
his
fierce
face
I
gave
an
involuntary
sigh
;
his
gripe
was
painful
,
and
my
over-taxed
strength
almost
exhausted
.
"
Never
,
"
said
he
,
as
he
ground
his
teeth
,
"
never
was
anything
at
once
so
frail
and
so
indomitable
.
A
mere
reed
she
feels
in
my
hand
!
"
(
And
he
shook
me
with
the
force
of
his
hold
.
)
"
I
could
bend
her
with
my
finger
and
thumb
:
and
what
good
would
it
do
if
I
bent
,
if
I
uptore
,
if
I
crushed
her
?
Consider
that
eye
:
consider
the
resolute
,
wild
,
free
thing
looking
out
of
it
,
defying
me
,
with
more
than
courage
--
with
a
stern
triumph
.
Whatever
I
do
with
its
cage
,
I
can
not
get
at
it
--
the
savage
,
beautiful
creature
!
If
I
tear
,
if
I
rend
the
slight
prison
,
my
outrage
will
only
let
the
captive
loose
.
Conqueror
I
might
be
of
the
house
;
but
the
inmate
would
escape
to
heaven
before
I
could
call
myself
possessor
of
its
clay
dwelling-place
.
And
it
is
you
,
spirit
--
with
will
and
energy
,
and
virtue
and
purity
--
that
I
want
:
not
alone
your
brittle
frame
.
Of
yourself
you
could
come
with
soft
flight
and
nestle
against
my
heart
,
if
you
would
:
seized
against
your
will
,
you
will
elude
the
grasp
like
an
essence
--
you
will
vanish
ere
I
inhale
your
fragrance
.
Oh
!
come
,
Jane
,
come
!
"
As
he
said
this
,
he
released
me
from
his
clutch
,
and
only
looked
at
me
.
The
look
was
far
worse
to
resist
than
the
frantic
strain
:
only
an
idiot
,
however
,
would
have
succumbed
now
.
I
had
dared
and
baffled
his
fury
;
I
must
elude
his
sorrow
:
I
retired
to
the
door
.
"
You
are
going
,
Jane
?
"
"
I
am
going
,
sir
.
"
"
You
are
leaving
me
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
"
You
will
not
come
?
You
will
not
be
my
comforter
,
my
rescuer
?
My
deep
love
,
my
wild
woe
,
my
frantic
prayer
,
are
all
nothing
to
you
?
"
What
unutterable
pathos
was
in
his
voice
!
How
hard
it
was
to
reiterate
firmly
,
"
I
am
going
.
"
"
Jane
!
"
