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This
parlour
looked
gloomy
:
a
neglected
handful
of
fire
burnt
low
in
the
grate
;
and
,
leaning
over
it
,
with
his
head
supported
against
the
high
,
old-fashioned
mantelpiece
,
appeared
the
blind
tenant
of
the
room
.
His
old
dog
,
Pilot
,
lay
on
one
side
,
removed
out
of
the
way
,
and
coiled
up
as
if
afraid
of
being
inadvertently
trodden
upon
.
Pilot
pricked
up
his
ears
when
I
came
in
:
then
he
jumped
up
with
a
yelp
and
a
whine
,
and
bounded
towards
me
:
he
almost
knocked
the
tray
from
my
hands
.
I
set
it
on
the
table
;
then
patted
him
,
and
said
softly
,
"
Lie
down
!
"
Mr.
Rochester
turned
mechanically
to
see
what
the
commotion
was
:
but
as
he
saw
nothing
,
he
returned
and
sighed
.
"
Give
me
the
water
,
Mary
,
"
he
said
.
I
approached
him
with
the
now
only
half-filled
glass
;
Pilot
followed
me
,
still
excited
.
"
What
is
the
matter
?
"
he
inquired
.
"
Down
,
Pilot
!
"
I
again
said
.
He
checked
the
water
on
its
way
to
his
lips
,
and
seemed
to
listen
:
he
drank
,
and
put
the
glass
down
.
"
This
is
you
,
Mary
,
is
it
not
?
"
"
Mary
is
in
the
kitchen
,
"
I
answered
.
He
put
out
his
hand
with
a
quick
gesture
,
but
not
seeing
where
I
stood
,
he
did
not
touch
me
.
"
Who
is
this
?
Who
is
this
?
"
he
demanded
,
trying
,
as
it
seemed
,
to
see
with
those
sightless
eyes
--
unavailing
and
distressing
attempt
!
"
Answer
me
--
speak
again
!
"
he
ordered
,
imperiously
and
aloud
.
"
Will
you
have
a
little
more
water
,
sir
?
I
spilt
half
of
what
was
in
the
glass
,
"
I
said
.
"
Who
is
it
?
What
is
it
?
Who
speaks
?
"
