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"
You
know
Thornfield
Hall
,
of
course
?
"
I
managed
to
say
at
last
.
"
Yes
,
ma'am
;
I
lived
there
once
.
"
"
Did
you
?
"
Not
in
my
time
,
I
thought
:
you
are
a
stranger
to
me
.
"
I
was
the
late
Mr.
Rochester
's
butler
,
"
he
added
.
The
late
!
I
seem
to
have
received
,
with
full
force
,
the
blow
I
had
been
trying
to
evade
.
"
The
late
!
"
I
gasped
.
"
Is
he
dead
?
"
"
I
mean
the
present
gentleman
,
Mr.
Edward
's
father
,
"
he
explained
.
I
breathed
again
:
my
blood
resumed
its
flow
.
Fully
assured
by
these
words
that
Mr.
Edward
--
my
Mr.
Rochester
(
God
bless
him
,
wherever
he
was
!
)
--
was
at
least
alive
:
was
,
in
short
,
"
the
present
gentleman
.
"
Gladdening
words
!
It
seemed
I
could
hear
all
that
was
to
come
--
whatever
the
disclosures
might
be
--
with
comparative
tranquillity
.
Since
he
was
not
in
the
grave
,
I
could
bear
,
I
thought
,
to
learn
that
he
was
at
the
Antipodes
.
"
Is
Mr.
Rochester
living
at
Thornfield
Hall
now
?
"
I
asked
,
knowing
,
of
course
,
what
the
answer
would
be
,
but
yet
desirous
of
deferring
the
direct
question
as
to
where
he
really
was
.
"
No
,
ma'am
--
oh
,
no
!
No
one
is
living
there
.
I
suppose
you
are
a
stranger
in
these
parts
,
or
you
would
have
heard
what
happened
last
autumn
,
--
Thornfield
Hall
is
quite
a
ruin
:
it
was
burnt
down
just
about
harvest-time
.
A
dreadful
calamity
!
such
an
immense
quantity
of
valuable
property
destroyed
:
hardly
any
of
the
furniture
could
be
saved
.
The
fire
broke
out
at
dead
of
night
,
and
before
the
engines
arrived
from
Millcote
,
the
building
was
one
mass
of
flame
.
It
was
a
terrible
spectacle
:
I
witnessed
it
myself
.
"
"
At
dead
of
night
!
"
I
muttered
.
Yes
,
that
was
ever
the
hour
of
fatality
at
Thornfield
.
"
Was
it
known
how
it
originated
?
"
I
demanded
.
