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‘Yes, sir.’ ‘And dressed?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Come out, then, quietly.’ I obeyed. Mr. Rochester stood in the gallery holding a light. ‘I want you,’ he said: ‘come this way: take your time, and make no noise.’ My slippers were thin: I could walk the matted floor as softly as a cat. He glided up the gallery […]

‘Where the devil is Rochester?’ cried Colonel Dent. ‘I cannot find him in his bed.’ ‘Here! here!’ was shouted in return. ‘Be composed, all of you: I’m coming.’ And the door at the end of the gallery opened, and Mr. Rochester advanced with a candle: he had just descended from the upper storey. One of […]

‘As to the mouth, it delights at times in laughter; it is disposed to impart all that the brain conceives; though I daresay it would be silent on much the heart experiences. Mobile and flexible, it was never intended to be compressed in the eternal silence of solitude: it is a mouth which should speak […]

In the midst of the tumult, and while my eyes and ears were fully engaged in the scene before me, I heard a hem close at my elbow: I turned, and saw Sam. ‘If you please, miss, the gipsy declares that there is another young single lady in the room who has not been to […]

‘My darling Blanche! recollect—‘ ‘I do—I recollect all you can suggest; and I must have my will— quick, Sam!’ ‘Yes—yes—yes!’ cried all the juveniles, both ladies and gentlemen. ‘Let her come—it will be excellent sport!’ The footman still lingered. ‘She looks such a rough one,’ said he. ‘Go!’ ejaculated Miss Ingram, and the man went. […]

I was pondering these things, when an incident, and a somewhat unexpected one, broke the thread of my musings. Mr. Mason, shivering as some one chanced to open the door, asked for more coal to be put on the fire, which had burnt out its flame, though its mass of cinder still shone hot and […]

It appears I come at an inopportune time, madam,’ said he, ‘when my friend, Mr. Rochester, is from home; but I arrive from a very long journey, and I think I may presume so far on old and intimate acquaintance as to instal myself here till he returns.’ His manner was polite; his accent, in […]

The want of his animating influence appeared to be peculiarly felt one day that he had been summoned to Millcote on business, and was not likely to return till late. The afternoon was wet: a walk the party had proposed to take to see a gipsy camp, lately pitched on a common beyond Hay, was […]