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Something
of
daylight
still
lingered
,
and
the
moon
was
waxing
bright
:
I
could
see
him
plainly
.
His
figure
was
enveloped
in
a
riding
cloak
,
fur
collared
and
steel
clasped
;
its
details
were
not
apparent
,
but
I
traced
the
general
points
of
middle
height
and
considerable
breadth
of
chest
.
He
had
a
dark
face
,
with
stern
features
and
a
heavy
brow
;
his
eyes
and
gathered
eyebrows
looked
ireful
and
thwarted
just
now
;
he
was
past
youth
,
but
had
not
reached
middle-age
;
perhaps
he
might
be
thirty-five
.
I
felt
no
fear
of
him
,
and
but
little
shyness
.
Had
he
been
a
handsome
,
heroic-looking
young
gentleman
,
I
should
not
have
dared
to
stand
thus
questioning
him
against
his
will
,
and
offering
my
services
unasked
.
I
had
hardly
ever
seen
a
handsome
youth
;
never
in
my
life
spoken
to
one
.
I
had
a
theoretical
reverence
and
homage
for
beauty
,
elegance
,
gallantry
,
fascination
;
but
had
I
met
those
qualities
incarnate
in
masculine
shape
,
I
should
have
known
instinctively
that
they
neither
had
nor
could
have
sympathy
with
anything
in
me
,
and
should
have
shunned
them
as
one
would
fire
,
lightning
,
or
anything
else
that
is
bright
but
antipathetic
.
If
even
this
stranger
had
smiled
and
been
good-humoured
to
me
when
I
addressed
him
;
if
he
had
put
off
my
offer
of
assistance
gaily
and
with
thanks
,
I
should
have
gone
on
my
way
and
not
felt
any
vocation
to
renew
inquiries
:
but
the
frown
,
the
roughness
of
the
traveller
,
set
me
at
my
ease
:
I
retained
my
station
when
he
waved
to
me
to
go
,
and
announced
--
"
I
can
not
think
of
leaving
you
,
sir
,
at
so
late
an
hour
,
in
this
solitary
lane
,
till
I
see
you
are
fit
to
mount
your
horse
.
"
He
looked
at
me
when
I
said
this
;
he
had
hardly
turned
his
eyes
in
my
direction
before
.
"
I
should
think
you
ought
to
be
at
home
yourself
,
"
said
he
,
"
if
you
have
a
home
in
this
neighbourhood
:
where
do
you
come
from
?
"
"
From
just
below
;
and
I
am
not
at
all
afraid
of
being
out
late
when
it
is
moonlight
:
I
will
run
over
to
Hay
for
you
with
pleasure
,
if
you
wish
it
:
indeed
,
I
am
going
there
to
post
a
letter
.
"
"
You
live
just
below
--
do
you
mean
at
that
house
with
the
battlements
?
"
pointing
to
Thornfield
Hall
,
on
which
the
moon
cast
a
hoary
gleam
,
bringing
it
out
distinct
and
pale
from
the
woods
that
,
by
contrast
with
the
western
sky
,
now
seemed
one
mass
of
shadow
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
"
"
Whose
house
is
it
?
"
"
Mr.
Rochester
's
.
"
