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It
opened
slowly
:
a
figure
came
out
into
the
twilight
and
stood
on
the
step
;
a
man
without
a
hat
:
he
stretched
forth
his
hand
as
if
to
feel
whether
it
rained
.
Dusk
as
it
was
,
I
had
recognised
him
--
it
was
my
master
,
Edward
Fairfax
Rochester
,
and
no
other
.
I
stayed
my
step
,
almost
my
breath
,
and
stood
to
watch
him
--
to
examine
him
,
myself
unseen
,
and
alas
!
to
him
invisible
.
It
was
a
sudden
meeting
,
and
one
in
which
rapture
was
kept
well
in
check
by
pain
.
I
had
no
difficulty
in
restraining
my
voice
from
exclamation
,
my
step
from
hasty
advance
.
His
form
was
of
the
same
strong
and
stalwart
contour
as
ever
:
his
port
was
still
erect
,
his
hair
was
still
raven
black
;
nor
were
his
features
altered
or
sunk
:
not
in
one
year
's
space
,
by
any
sorrow
,
could
his
athletic
strength
be
quelled
or
his
vigorous
prime
blighted
.
But
in
his
countenance
I
saw
a
change
:
that
looked
desperate
and
brooding
--
that
reminded
me
of
some
wronged
and
fettered
wild
beast
or
bird
,
dangerous
to
approach
in
his
sullen
woe
.
The
caged
eagle
,
whose
gold-ringed
eyes
cruelty
has
extinguished
,
might
look
as
looked
that
sightless
Samson
.
And
,
reader
,
do
you
think
I
feared
him
in
his
blind
ferocity
?
--
if
you
do
,
you
little
know
me
.
A
soft
hope
blest
with
my
sorrow
that
soon
I
should
dare
to
drop
a
kiss
on
that
brow
of
rock
,
and
on
those
lips
so
sternly
sealed
beneath
it
:
but
not
yet
.
I
would
not
accost
him
yet
.
He
descended
the
one
step
,
and
advanced
slowly
and
gropingly
towards
the
grass-plat
.
Where
was
his
daring
stride
now
?
Then
he
paused
,
as
if
he
knew
not
which
way
to
turn
.
He
lifted
his
hand
and
opened
his
eyelids
;
gazed
blank
,
and
with
a
straining
effort
,
on
the
sky
,
and
toward
the
amphitheatre
of
trees
:
one
saw
that
all
to
him
was
void
darkness
.
He
stretched
his
right
hand
(
the
left
arm
,
the
mutilated
one
,
he
kept
hidden
in
his
bosom
)
;
he
seemed
to
wish
by
touch
to
gain
an
idea
of
what
lay
around
him
:
he
met
but
vacancy
still
;
for
the
trees
were
some
yards
off
where
he
stood
.
He
relinquished
the
endeavour
,
folded
his
arms
,
and
stood
quiet
and
mute
in
the
rain
,
now
falling
fast
on
his
uncovered
head
.
At
this
moment
John
approached
him
from
some
quarter
.
"
Will
you
take
my
arm
,
sir
?
"
he
said
;
"
there
is
a
heavy
shower
coming
on
:
had
you
not
better
go
in
?
"
"
Let
me
alone
,
"
was
the
answer
.
John
withdrew
without
having
observed
me
.
Mr.
Rochester
now
tried
to
walk
about
:
vainly
,
--
all
was
too
uncertain
.
He
groped
his
way
back
to
the
house
,
and
,
re-entering
it
,
closed
the
door
.
