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"
You
've
hit
it
,
ma‘am
:
it
's
quite
certain
that
it
was
her
,
and
nobody
but
her
,
that
set
it
going
.
She
had
a
woman
to
take
care
of
her
called
Mrs.
Poole
--
an
able
woman
in
her
line
,
and
very
trustworthy
,
but
for
one
fault
--
a
fault
common
to
a
deal
of
them
nurses
and
matrons
--
she
kept
a
private
bottle
of
gin
by
her
,
and
now
and
then
took
a
drop
over-much
.
It
is
excusable
,
for
she
had
a
hard
life
of
it
:
but
still
it
was
dangerous
;
for
when
Mrs.
Poole
was
fast
asleep
after
the
gin
and
water
,
the
mad
lady
,
who
was
as
cunning
as
a
witch
,
would
take
the
keys
out
of
her
pocket
,
let
herself
out
of
her
chamber
,
and
go
roaming
about
the
house
,
doing
any
wild
mischief
that
came
into
her
head
.
They
say
she
had
nearly
burnt
her
husband
in
his
bed
once
:
but
I
do
n't
know
about
that
.
However
,
on
this
night
,
she
set
fire
first
to
the
hangings
of
the
room
next
her
own
,
and
then
she
got
down
to
a
lower
storey
,
and
made
her
way
to
the
chamber
that
had
been
the
governess
's
--
(
she
was
like
as
if
she
knew
somehow
how
matters
had
gone
on
,
and
had
a
spite
at
her
)
--
and
she
kindled
the
bed
there
;
but
there
was
nobody
sleeping
in
it
,
fortunately
.
The
governess
had
run
away
two
months
before
;
and
for
all
Mr.
Rochester
sought
her
as
if
she
had
been
the
most
precious
thing
he
had
in
the
world
,
he
never
could
hear
a
word
of
her
;
and
he
grew
savage
--
quite
savage
on
his
disappointment
:
he
never
was
a
wild
man
,
but
he
got
dangerous
after
he
lost
her
.
He
would
be
alone
,
too
.
He
sent
Mrs.
Fairfax
,
the
housekeeper
,
away
to
her
friends
at
a
distance
;
but
he
did
it
handsomely
,
for
he
settled
an
annuity
on
her
for
life
:
and
she
deserved
it
--
she
was
a
very
good
woman
.
Miss
Adele
,
a
ward
he
had
,
was
put
to
school
.
He
broke
off
acquaintance
with
all
the
gentry
,
and
shut
himself
up
like
a
hermit
at
the
Hall
.
"
"
What
!
did
he
not
leave
England
?
"
"
Leave
England
?
Bless
you
,
no
!
He
would
not
cross
the
door-stones
of
the
house
,
except
at
night
,
when
he
walked
just
like
a
ghost
about
the
grounds
and
in
the
orchard
as
if
he
had
lost
his
senses
--
which
it
is
my
opinion
he
had
;
for
a
more
spirited
,
bolder
,
keener
gentleman
than
he
was
before
that
midge
of
a
governess
crossed
him
,
you
never
saw
,
ma'am
.
He
was
not
a
man
given
to
wine
,
or
cards
,
or
racing
,
as
some
are
,
and
he
was
not
so
very
handsome
;
but
he
had
a
courage
and
a
will
of
his
own
,
if
ever
man
had
.
I
knew
him
from
a
boy
,
you
see
:
and
for
my
part
,
I
have
often
wished
that
Miss
Eyre
had
been
sunk
in
the
sea
before
she
came
to
Thornfield
Hall
.
"
"
Then
Mr.
Rochester
was
at
home
when
the
fire
broke
out
?
"
"
Yes
,
indeed
was
he
;
and
he
went
up
to
the
attics
when
all
was
burning
above
and
below
,
and
got
the
servants
out
of
their
beds
and
helped
them
down
himself
,
and
went
back
to
get
his
mad
wife
out
of
her
cell
.
And
then
they
called
out
to
him
that
she
was
on
the
roof
,
where
she
was
standing
,
waving
her
arms
,
above
the
battlements
,
and
shouting
out
till
they
could
hear
her
a
mile
off
:
I
saw
her
and
heard
her
with
my
own
eyes
.
She
was
a
big
woman
,
and
had
long
black
hair
:
we
could
see
it
streaming
against
the
flames
as
she
stood
.
I
witnessed
,
and
several
more
witnessed
,
Mr.
Rochester
ascend
through
the
sky-light
on
to
the
roof
;
we
heard
him
call
'
Bertha
!
'
We
saw
him
approach
her
;
and
then
,
ma'am
,
she
yelled
and
gave
a
spring
,
and
the
next
minute
she
lay
smashed
on
the
pavement
.
"
"
Dead
?
"
"
Dead
!
Ay
,
dead
as
the
stones
on
which
her
brains
and
blood
were
scattered
.
"
"
Good
God
!
"
