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1"That is my wife," said he. "Such is the sole conjugal embrace I am ever to know--such are the endearments which are to
2solace my leisure hours! And this is what I wished to have" (laying his hand on my shoulder): "this young girl, who
3stands so grave and quiet at the mouth of hell, looking collectedly at the gambols of a demon, I wanted her just as a
4change after that fierce ragout. Wood and Briggs, look at the difference! Compare these clear eyes with the red balls
5yonder--this face with that mask--this form with that bulk; then judge me, priest of the gospel and man of the law, and
6remember with what judgment ye judge ye shall be judged! Off with you now. I must shut up my prize." We all withdrew.
7Mr. Rochester stayed a moment behind us, to give some further order to Grace Poole. The solicitor addressed me as he
8descended the stair. "You, madam," said he, "are cleared from all blame: your uncle will be glad to hear it--if, indeed,
9he should be still living--when Mr. Mason returns to Madeira." "My uncle! What of him? Do you know him?" "Mr. Mason
10does. Mr. Eyre has been the Funchal correspondent of his house for some years. When your uncle received your letter
11intimating the contemplated union between yourself and Mr. Rochester, Mr. Mason, who was staying at Madeira to recruit
12his health, on his way back to Jamaica, happened to be with him. Mr. Eyre mentioned the intelligence; for he knew that
13my client here was acquainted with a gentleman of the name of Rochester. Mr. Mason, astonished and distressed as you may
14suppose, revealed the real state of matters. Your uncle, I am sorry to say, is now on a sick bed; from which,
15considering the nature of his disease--decline--and the stage it has reached, it is unlikely he will ever rise. He could
16not then hasten to England himself, to extricate you from the snare into which you had fallen, but he implored Mr. Mason
17to lose no time in taking steps to prevent the false marriage. He referred him to me for assistance. I used all
18despatch, and am thankful I was not too late: as you, doubtless, must be also. Were I not morally certain that your
19uncle will be dead ere you reach Madeira, I would advise you to accompany Mr. Mason back; but as it is, I think you had
20better remain in England till you can hear further, either from or of Mr. Eyre. Have we anything else to stay for?" he
21inquired of Mr. Mason. "No, no--let us be gone," was the anxious reply; and without waiting to take leave of Mr.
22Rochester, they made their exit at the hall door. The clergyman stayed to exchange a few sentences, either of admonition
23or reproof, with his haughty parishioner; this duty done, he too departed. I heard him go as I stood at the half-open
24door of my own room, to which I had now withdrawn. The house cleared, I shut myself in, fastened the bolt that none
25might intrude, and proceeded--not to weep, not to mourn, I was yet too calm for that, but--mechanically to take off the
26wedding dress, and replace it by the stuff gown I had worn yesterday, as I thought, for the last time. I then sat down:
27I felt weak and tired. I leaned my arms on a table, and my head dropped on them. And now I thought: till now I had only
28heard, seen, moved--followed up and down where I was led or dragged--watched event rush on event, disclosure open beyond
29disclosure: but now, I thought. The morning had been a quiet morning enough--all except the brief scene with the
30lunatic: the transaction in the church had not been noisy; there was no explosion of passion, no loud altercation, no
31dispute, no defiance or challenge, no tears, no sobs: a few words had been spoken, a calmly pronounced objection to the
32marriage made; some stern, short questions put by Mr. Rochester; answers, explanations given, evidence adduced; an open
33admission of the truth had been uttered by my master; then the living proof had been seen; the intruders were gone, and
34all was over. I was in my own room as usual--just myself, without obvious change: nothing had smitten me, or scathed me,
35or maimed me. And yet where was the Jane Eyre of yesterday?--where was her life?--where were her prospects? Jane Eyre,
36who had been an ardent, expectant woman--almost a bride, was a cold, solitary girl again: her life was pale; her
37prospects were desolate. A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice
38glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud: lanes which
39last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelve hours since
40waved leafy and fragrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry
41Norway. My hopes were all dead--struck with a subtle doom, such as, in one night, fell on all the first-born in the land
42of Egypt. I looked on my cherished wishes, yesterday so blooming and glowing; they lay stark, chill, livid corpses that
43could never revive. I looked at my love: that feeling which was my master's--which he had created; it shivered in my
44heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle; sickness and anguish had seized it; it could not seek Mr. Rochester's
45arms--it could not derive warmth from his breast. Oh, never more could it turn to him; for faith was
46blighted--confidence destroyed! Mr. Rochester was not to me what he had been; for he was not what I had thought him. I
47would not ascribe vice to him; I would not say he had betrayed me; but the attribute of stainless truth was gone from
48his idea, and from his presence I must go: that I perceived well. When--how--whither, I could not yet discern; but he
49himself, I doubted not, would hurry me from Thornfield. Real affection, it seemed, he could not have for me; it had been
50only fitful passion: that was balked; he would want me no more. I should fear even to cross his path now: my view must
51be hateful to him. Oh, how blind had been my eyes! How weak my conduct! My eyes were covered and closed: eddying
52darkness seemed to swim round me, and reflection came in as black and confused a flow. Self-abandoned, relaxed, and
53effortless, I seemed to have laid me down in the dried-up bed of a great river; I heard a flood loosened in remote
54mountains, and felt the torrent come: to rise I had no will, to flee I had no strength. I lay faint, longing to be dead.
55One idea only still throbbed life-like within me--a remembrance of God: it begot an unuttered prayer: these words went
56wandering up and down in my rayless mind, as something that should be whispered, but no energy was found to express
57them-- "Be not far from me, for trouble is near: there is none to help." It was near: and as I had lifted no petition to
58Heaven to avert it--as I had neither joined my hands, nor bent my knees, nor moved my lips--it came: in full heavy swing
59the torrent poured over me. The whole consciousness of my life lorn, my love lost, my hope quenched, my faith
60death-struck, swayed full and mighty above me in one sullen mass. That bitter hour cannot be described: in truth, "the
61waters came into my soul; I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing; I came into deep waters; the floods overflowed me."
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