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Reader
,
it
was
on
Monday
night
--
near
midnight
--
that
I
too
had
received
the
mysterious
summons
:
those
were
the
very
words
by
which
I
replied
to
it
.
I
listened
to
Mr.
Rochester
's
narrative
,
but
made
no
disclosure
in
return
.
The
coincidence
struck
me
as
too
awful
and
inexplicable
to
be
communicated
or
discussed
.
If
I
told
anything
,
my
tale
would
be
such
as
must
necessarily
make
a
profound
impression
on
the
mind
of
my
hearer
:
and
that
mind
,
yet
from
its
sufferings
too
prone
to
gloom
,
needed
not
the
deeper
shade
of
the
supernatural
.
I
kept
these
things
then
,
and
pondered
them
in
my
heart
.
"
You
can
not
now
wonder
,
"
continued
my
master
,
"
that
when
you
rose
upon
me
so
unexpectedly
last
night
,
I
had
difficulty
in
believing
you
any
other
than
a
mere
voice
and
vision
,
something
that
would
melt
to
silence
and
annihilation
,
as
the
midnight
whisper
and
mountain
echo
had
melted
before
.
Now
,
I
thank
God
!
I
know
it
to
be
otherwise
.
Yes
,
I
thank
God
!
"
He
put
me
off
his
knee
,
rose
,
and
reverently
lifting
his
hat
from
his
brow
,
and
bending
his
sightless
eyes
to
the
earth
,
he
stood
in
mute
devotion
.
Only
the
last
words
of
the
worship
were
audible
"
I
thank
my
Maker
,
that
,
in
the
midst
of
judgment
,
he
has
remembered
mercy
.
I
humbly
entreat
my
Redeemer
to
give
me
strength
to
lead
henceforth
a
purer
life
than
I
have
done
hitherto
!
"
Then
he
stretched
his
hand
out
to
be
led
.
I
took
that
dear
hand
,
held
it
a
moment
to
my
lips
,
then
let
it
pass
round
my
shoulder
:
being
so
much
lower
of
stature
than
he
,
I
served
both
for
his
prop
and
guide
.
We
entered
the
wood
,
and
wended
homeward
.
Reader
,
I
married
him
.
A
quiet
wedding
we
had
:
he
and
I
,
the
parson
and
clerk
,
were
alone
present
.
When
we
got
back
from
church
,
I
went
into
the
kitchen
of
the
manor-house
,
where
Mary
was
cooking
the
dinner
and
John
cleaning
the
knives
,
and
I
said
--
"
Mary
,
I
have
been
married
to
Mr.
Rochester
this
morning
.
"
The
housekeeper
and
her
husband
were
both
of
that
decent
phlegmatic
order
of
people
,
to
whom
one
may
at
any
time
safely
communicate
a
remarkable
piece
of
news
without
incurring
the
danger
of
having
one
's
ears
pierced
by
some
shrill
ejaculation
,
and
subsequently
stunned
by
a
torrent
of
wordy
wonderment
.
Mary
did
look
up
,
and
she
did
stare
at
me
:
the
ladle
with
which
she
was
basting
a
pair
of
chickens
roasting
at
the
fire
,
did
for
some
three
minutes
hang
suspended
in
air
;
and
for
the
same
space
of
time
John
's
knives
also
had
rest
from
the
polishing
process
:
but
Mary
,
bending
again
over
the
roast
,
said
only
--
"
Have
you
,
Miss
?
Well
,
for
sure
!
"
A
short
time
after
she
pursued
--
"
I
seed
you
go
out
with
the
master
,
but
I
did
n't
know
you
were
gone
to
church
to
be
wed
;
"
and
she
basted
away
.
John
,
when
I
turned
to
him
,
was
grinning
from
ear
to
ear
.
"
I
telled
Mary
how
it
would
be
,
"
he
said
:
"
I
knew
what
Mr.
Edward
"
(
John
was
an
old
servant
,
and
had
known
his
master
when
he
was
the
cadet
of
the
house
,
therefore
,
he
often
gave
him
his
Christian
name
)
--
"
I
knew
what
Mr.
Edward
would
do
;
and
I
was
certain
he
would
not
wait
long
neither
:
and
he
's
done
right
,
for
aught
I
know
.
I
wish
you
joy
,
Miss
!
"
and
he
politely
pulled
his
forelock
.
