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"
Mr.
Rochester
!
"
"
Withdraw
,
then
,
--
I
consent
;
but
remember
,
you
leave
me
here
in
anguish
.
Go
up
to
your
own
room
;
think
over
all
I
have
said
,
and
,
Jane
,
cast
a
glance
on
my
sufferings
--
think
of
me
.
"
He
turned
away
;
he
threw
himself
on
his
face
on
the
sofa
.
"
Oh
,
Jane
!
my
hope
--
my
love
--
my
life
!
"
broke
in
anguish
from
his
lips
.
Then
came
a
deep
,
strong
sob
.
I
had
already
gained
the
door
;
but
,
reader
,
I
walked
back
--
walked
back
as
determinedly
as
I
had
retreated
.
I
knelt
down
by
him
;
I
turned
his
face
from
the
cushion
to
me
;
I
kissed
his
cheek
;
I
smoothed
his
hair
with
my
hand
.
"
God
bless
you
,
my
dear
master
!
"
I
said
.
"
God
keep
you
from
harm
and
wrong
--
direct
you
,
solace
you
--
reward
you
well
for
your
past
kindness
to
me
.
"
"
Little
Jane
's
love
would
have
been
my
best
reward
,
"
he
answered
;
"
without
it
,
my
heart
is
broken
.
But
Jane
will
give
me
her
love
:
yes
--
nobly
,
generously
.
"
Up
the
blood
rushed
to
his
face
;
forth
flashed
the
fire
from
his
eyes
;
erect
he
sprang
;
he
held
his
arms
out
;
but
I
evaded
the
embrace
,
and
at
once
quitted
the
room
.
"
Farewell
!
"
was
the
cry
of
my
heart
as
I
left
him
.
Despair
added
,
"
Farewell
for
ever
!
"
That
night
I
never
thought
to
sleep
;
but
a
slumber
fell
on
me
as
soon
as
I
lay
down
in
bed
.
I
was
transported
in
thought
to
the
scenes
of
childhood
:
I
dreamt
I
lay
in
the
red-room
at
Gateshead
;
that
the
night
was
dark
,
and
my
mind
impressed
with
strange
fears
.
The
light
that
long
ago
had
struck
me
into
syncope
,
recalled
in
this
vision
,
seemed
glidingly
to
mount
the
wall
,
and
tremblingly
to
pause
in
the
centre
of
the
obscured
ceiling
.
I
lifted
up
my
head
to
look
:
the
roof
resolved
to
clouds
,
high
and
dim
;
the
gleam
was
such
as
the
moon
imparts
to
vapours
she
is
about
to
sever
.
I
watched
her
come
--
watched
with
the
strangest
anticipation
;
as
though
some
word
of
doom
were
to
be
written
on
her
disk
.
She
broke
forth
as
never
moon
yet
burst
from
cloud
:
a
hand
first
penetrated
the
sable
folds
and
waved
them
away
;
then
,
not
a
moon
,
but
a
white
human
form
shone
in
the
azure
,
inclining
a
glorious
brow
earthward
.
It
gazed
and
gazed
on
me
.
It
spoke
to
my
spirit
:
immeasurably
distant
was
the
tone
,
yet
so
near
,
it
whispered
in
my
heart
--
