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"
Why
?
How
?
"
My
blood
was
again
running
cold
.
"
Where
is
he
?
"
I
demanded
.
"
Is
he
in
England
?
"
"
Ay
--
ay
--
he
's
in
England
;
he
ca
n't
get
out
of
England
,
I
fancy
--
he
's
a
fixture
now
.
"
What
agony
was
this
!
And
the
man
seemed
resolved
to
protract
it
.
"
He
is
stone-blind
,
"
he
said
at
last
.
"
Yes
,
he
is
stone-blind
,
is
Mr.
Edward
.
"
I
had
dreaded
worse
.
I
had
dreaded
he
was
mad
.
I
summoned
strength
to
ask
what
had
caused
this
calamity
.
"
It
was
all
his
own
courage
,
and
a
body
may
say
,
his
kindness
,
in
a
way
,
ma'am
:
he
would
n't
leave
the
house
till
every
one
else
was
out
before
him
.
As
he
came
down
the
great
staircase
at
last
,
after
Mrs.
Rochester
had
flung
herself
from
the
battlements
,
there
was
a
great
crash
--
all
fell
.
He
was
taken
out
from
under
the
ruins
,
alive
,
but
sadly
hurt
:
a
beam
had
fallen
in
such
a
way
as
to
protect
him
partly
;
but
one
eye
was
knocked
out
,
and
one
hand
so
crushed
that
Mr.
Carter
,
the
surgeon
,
had
to
amputate
it
directly
.
The
other
eye
inflamed
:
he
lost
the
sight
of
that
also
.
He
is
now
helpless
,
indeed
--
blind
and
a
cripple
.
"
"
Where
is
he
?
Where
does
he
now
live
?
"
"
At
Ferndean
,
a
manor-house
on
a
farm
he
has
,
about
thirty
miles
off
:
quite
a
desolate
spot
.
"
"
Who
is
with
him
?
"
"
Old
John
and
his
wife
:
he
would
have
none
else
.
He
is
quite
broken
down
,
they
say
.
"
