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I
sought
it
and
found
it
.
"
Thank
you
;
now
make
haste
with
the
letter
to
Hay
,
and
return
as
fast
as
you
can
.
"
A
touch
of
a
spurred
heel
made
his
horse
first
start
and
rear
,
and
then
bound
away
;
the
dog
rushed
in
his
traces
;
all
three
vanished
,
"
Like
heath
that
,
in
the
wilderness
,
The
wild
wind
whirls
away
.
"
I
took
up
my
muff
and
walked
on
.
The
incident
had
occurred
and
was
gone
for
me
:
it
was
an
incident
of
no
moment
,
no
romance
,
no
interest
in
a
sense
;
yet
it
marked
with
change
one
single
hour
of
a
monotonous
life
.
My
help
had
been
needed
and
claimed
;
I
had
given
it
:
I
was
pleased
to
have
done
something
;
trivial
,
transitory
though
the
deed
was
,
it
was
yet
an
active
thing
,
and
I
was
weary
of
an
existence
all
passive
.
The
new
face
,
too
,
was
like
a
new
picture
introduced
to
the
gallery
of
memory
;
and
it
was
dissimilar
to
all
the
others
hanging
there
:
firstly
,
because
it
was
masculine
;
and
,
secondly
,
because
it
was
dark
,
strong
,
and
stern
.
I
had
it
still
before
me
when
I
entered
Hay
,
and
slipped
the
letter
into
the
post-office
;
I
saw
it
as
I
walked
fast
down-hill
all
the
way
home
.
When
I
came
to
the
stile
,
I
stopped
a
minute
,
looked
round
and
listened
,
with
an
idea
that
a
horse
's
hoofs
might
ring
on
the
causeway
again
,
and
that
a
rider
in
a
cloak
,
and
a
Gytrash-like
Newfoundland
dog
,
might
be
again
apparent
:
I
saw
only
the
hedge
and
a
pollard
willow
before
me
,
rising
up
still
and
straight
to
meet
the
moonbeams
;
I
heard
only
the
faintest
waft
of
wind
roaming
fitful
among
the
trees
round
Thornfield
,
a
mile
distant
;
and
when
I
glanced
down
in
the
direction
of
the
murmur
,
my
eye
,
traversing
the
hall-front
,
caught
a
light
kindling
in
a
window
:
it
reminded
me
that
I
was
late
,
and
I
hurried
on
.
I
did
not
like
re-entering
Thornfield
.
To
pass
its
threshold
was
to
return
to
stagnation
;
to
cross
the
silent
hall
,
to
ascend
the
darksome
staircase
,
to
seek
my
own
lonely
little
room
,
and
then
to
meet
tranquil
Mrs.
Fairfax
,
and
spend
the
long
winter
evening
with
her
,
and
her
only
,
was
to
quell
wholly
the
faint
excitement
wakened
by
my
walk
,
--
to
slip
again
over
my
faculties
the
viewless
fetters
of
an
uniform
and
too
still
existence
;
of
an
existence
whose
very
privileges
of
security
and
ease
I
was
becoming
incapable
of
appreciating
.
What
good
it
would
have
done
me
at
that
time
to
have
been
tossed
in
the
storms
of
an
uncertain
struggling
life
,
and
to
have
been
taught
by
rough
and
bitter
experience
to
long
for
the
calm
amidst
which
I
now
repined
!
Yes
,
just
as
much
good
as
it
would
do
a
man
tired
of
sitting
still
in
a
"
too
easy
chair
"
to
take
a
long
walk
:
and
just
as
natural
was
the
wish
to
stir
,
under
my
circumstances
,
as
it
would
be
under
his
.
I
lingered
at
the
gates
;
I
lingered
on
the
lawn
;
I
paced
backwards
and
forwards
on
the
pavement
;
the
shutters
of
the
glass
door
were
closed
;
I
could
not
see
into
the
interior
;
and
both
my
eyes
and
spirit
seemed
drawn
from
the
gloomy
house
--
from
the
grey-hollow
filled
with
rayless
cells
,
as
it
appeared
to
me
--
to
that
sky
expanded
before
me
,
--
a
blue
sea
absolved
from
taint
of
cloud
;
the
moon
ascending
it
in
solemn
march
;
her
orb
seeming
to
look
up
as
she
left
the
hill-tops
,
from
behind
which
she
had
come
,
far
and
farther
below
her
,
and
aspired
to
the
zenith
,
midnight
dark
in
its
fathomless
depth
and
measureless
distance
;
and
for
those
trembling
stars
that
followed
her
course
;
they
made
my
heart
tremble
,
my
veins
glow
when
I
viewed
them
.
Little
things
recall
us
to
earth
;
the
clock
struck
in
the
hall
;
that
sufficed
;
I
turned
from
moon
and
stars
,
opened
a
side-door
,
and
went
in
.
