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Mr.
Rochester
continued
blind
the
first
two
years
of
our
union
;
perhaps
it
was
that
circumstance
that
drew
us
so
very
near
--
that
knit
us
so
very
close
:
for
I
was
then
his
vision
,
as
I
am
still
his
right
hand
.
Literally
,
I
was
(
what
he
often
called
me
)
the
apple
of
his
eye
.
He
saw
nature
--
he
saw
books
through
me
;
and
never
did
I
weary
of
gazing
for
his
behalf
,
and
of
putting
into
words
the
effect
of
field
,
tree
,
town
,
river
,
cloud
,
sunbeam
--
of
the
landscape
before
us
;
of
the
weather
round
us
--
and
impressing
by
sound
on
his
ear
what
light
could
no
longer
stamp
on
his
eye
.
Never
did
I
weary
of
reading
to
him
;
never
did
I
weary
of
conducting
him
where
he
wished
to
go
:
of
doing
for
him
what
he
wished
to
be
done
.
And
there
was
a
pleasure
in
my
services
,
most
full
,
most
exquisite
,
even
though
sad
--
because
he
claimed
these
services
without
painful
shame
or
damping
humiliation
.
He
loved
me
so
truly
,
that
he
knew
no
reluctance
in
profiting
by
my
attendance
:
he
felt
I
loved
him
so
fondly
,
that
to
yield
that
attendance
was
to
indulge
my
sweetest
wishes
.
One
morning
at
the
end
of
the
two
years
,
as
I
was
writing
a
letter
to
his
dictation
,
he
came
and
bent
over
me
,
and
said
--
"
Jane
,
have
you
a
glittering
ornament
round
your
neck
?
"
I
had
a
gold
watch-chain
:
I
answered
"
Yes
.
"
"
And
have
you
a
pale
blue
dress
on
?
"
I
had
.
He
informed
me
then
,
that
for
some
time
he
had
fancied
the
obscurity
clouding
one
eye
was
becoming
less
dense
;
and
that
now
he
was
sure
of
it
.
He
and
I
went
up
to
London
.
He
had
the
advice
of
an
eminent
oculist
;
and
he
eventually
recovered
the
sight
of
that
one
eye
.
He
can
not
now
see
very
distinctly
:
he
can
not
read
or
write
much
;
but
he
can
find
his
way
without
being
led
by
the
hand
:
the
sky
is
no
longer
a
blank
to
him
--
the
earth
no
longer
a
void
.
When
his
first-born
was
put
into
his
arms
,
he
could
see
that
the
boy
had
inherited
his
own
eyes
,
as
they
once
were
--
large
,
brilliant
,
and
black
.
On
that
occasion
,
he
again
,
with
a
full
heart
,
acknowledged
that
God
had
tempered
judgment
with
mercy
.
My
Edward
and
I
,
then
,
are
happy
:
and
the
more
so
,
because
those
we
most
love
are
happy
likewise
.
Diana
and
Mary
Rivers
are
both
married
:
alternately
,
once
every
year
,
they
come
to
see
us
,
and
we
go
to
see
them
.
Diana
's
husband
is
a
captain
in
the
navy
,
a
gallant
officer
and
a
good
man
.
Mary
's
is
a
clergyman
,
a
college
friend
of
her
brother
's
,
and
,
from
his
attainments
and
principles
,
worthy
of
the
connection
.
Both
Captain
Fitzjames
and
Mr.
Wharton
love
their
wives
,
and
are
loved
by
them
.
As
to
St.
John
Rivers
,
he
left
England
:
he
went
to
India
.
He
entered
on
the
path
he
had
marked
for
himself
;
he
pursues
it
still
.
A
more
resolute
,
indefatigable
pioneer
never
wrought
amidst
rocks
and
dangers
.
Firm
,
faithful
,
and
devoted
,
full
of
energy
,
and
zeal
,
and
truth
,
he
labours
for
his
race
;
he
clears
their
painful
way
to
improvement
;
he
hews
down
like
a
giant
the
prejudices
of
creed
and
caste
that
encumber
it
.
He
may
be
stern
;
he
may
be
exacting
;
he
may
be
ambitious
yet
;
but
his
is
the
sternness
of
the
warrior
Greatheart
,
who
guards
his
pilgrim
convoy
from
the
onslaught
of
Apollyon
.
His
is
the
exaction
of
the
apostle
,
who
speaks
but
for
Christ
,
when
he
says
--
"
Whosoever
will
come
after
me
,
let
him
deny
himself
,
and
take
up
his
cross
and
follow
me
.
"
His
is
the
ambition
of
the
high
master-spirit
,
which
aims
to
fill
a
place
in
the
first
rank
of
those
who
are
redeemed
from
the
earth
--
who
stand
without
fault
before
the
throne
of
God
,
who
share
the
last
mighty
victories
of
the
Lamb
,
who
are
called
,
and
chosen
,
and
faithful
.
