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"
Leave
your
book
a
moment
,
and
come
a
little
nearer
the
fire
,
"
he
said
.
Wondering
,
and
of
my
wonder
finding
no
end
,
I
complied
.
"
Half-an-hour
ago
,
"
he
pursued
,
"
I
spoke
of
my
impatience
to
hear
the
sequel
of
a
tale
:
on
reflection
,
I
find
the
matter
will
be
better
managed
by
my
assuming
the
narrator
's
part
,
and
converting
you
into
a
listener
.
Before
commencing
,
it
is
but
fair
to
warn
you
that
the
story
will
sound
somewhat
hackneyed
in
your
ears
;
but
stale
details
often
regain
a
degree
of
freshness
when
they
pass
through
new
lips
.
For
the
rest
,
whether
trite
or
novel
,
it
is
short
.
"
Twenty
years
ago
,
a
poor
curate
--
never
mind
his
name
at
this
moment
--
fell
in
love
with
a
rich
man
's
daughter
;
she
fell
in
love
with
him
,
and
married
him
,
against
the
advice
of
all
her
friends
,
who
consequently
disowned
her
immediately
after
the
wedding
.
Before
two
years
passed
,
the
rash
pair
were
both
dead
,
and
laid
quietly
side
by
side
under
one
slab
.
(
I
have
seen
their
grave
;
it
formed
part
of
the
pavement
of
a
huge
churchyard
surrounding
the
grim
,
soot-black
old
cathedral
of
an
overgrown
manufacturing
town
in
-
shire
.
)
They
left
a
daughter
,
which
,
at
its
very
birth
,
Charity
received
in
her
lap
--
cold
as
that
of
the
snow-drift
I
almost
stuck
fast
in
to-night
.
Charity
carried
the
friendless
thing
to
the
house
of
its
rich
maternal
relations
;
it
was
reared
by
an
aunt-in-law
,
called
(
I
come
to
names
now
)
Mrs.
Reed
of
Gateshead
.
You
start
--
did
you
hear
a
noise
?
I
daresay
it
is
only
a
rat
scrambling
along
the
rafters
of
the
adjoining
schoolroom
:
it
was
a
barn
before
I
had
it
repaired
and
altered
,
and
barns
are
generally
haunted
by
rats
.
--
To
proceed
.
Mrs.
Reed
kept
the
orphan
ten
years
:
whether
it
was
happy
or
not
with
her
,
I
can
not
say
,
never
having
been
told
;
but
at
the
end
of
that
time
she
transferred
it
to
a
place
you
know
--
being
no
other
than
Lowood
School
,
where
you
so
long
resided
yourself
.
It
seems
her
career
there
was
very
honourable
:
from
a
pupil
,
she
became
a
teacher
,
like
yourself
--
really
it
strikes
me
there
are
parallel
points
in
her
history
and
yours
--
she
left
it
to
be
a
governess
:
there
,
again
,
your
fates
were
analogous
;
she
undertook
the
education
of
the
ward
of
a
certain
Mr.
Rochester
.
"
"
Mr.
Rivers
!
"
I
interrupted
.
"
I
can
guess
your
feelings
,
"
he
said
,
"
but
restrain
them
for
a
while
:
I
have
nearly
finished
;
hear
me
to
the
end
.
Of
Mr.
Rochester
's
character
I
know
nothing
,
but
the
one
fact
that
he
professed
to
offer
honourable
marriage
to
this
young
girl
,
and
that
at
the
very
altar
she
discovered
he
had
a
wife
yet
alive
,
though
a
lunatic
.
What
his
subsequent
conduct
and
proposals
were
is
a
matter
of
pure
conjecture
;
but
when
an
event
transpired
which
rendered
inquiry
after
the
governess
necessary
,
it
was
discovered
she
was
gone
--
no
one
could
tell
when
,
where
,
or
how
.
She
had
left
Thornfield
Hall
in
the
night
;
every
research
after
her
course
had
been
vain
:
the
country
had
been
scoured
far
and
wide
;
no
vestige
of
information
could
be
gathered
respecting
her
.
Yet
that
she
should
be
found
is
become
a
matter
of
serious
urgency
:
advertisements
have
been
put
in
all
the
papers
;
I
myself
have
received
a
letter
from
one
Mr.
Briggs
,
a
solicitor
,
communicating
the
details
I
have
just
imparted
.
Is
it
not
an
odd
tale
?
"
"
Just
tell
me
this
,
"
said
I
,
"
and
since
you
know
so
much
,
you
surely
can
tell
it
me
--
what
of
Mr.
Rochester
?
How
and
where
is
he
?
What
is
he
doing
?
Is
he
well
?
"
"
I
am
ignorant
of
all
concerning
Mr.
Rochester
:
the
letter
never
mentions
him
but
to
narrate
the
fraudulent
and
illegal
attempt
I
have
adverted
to
.
You
should
rather
ask
the
name
of
the
governess
--
the
nature
of
the
event
which
requires
her
appearance
.
"
