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oregone determinations； are all I have at this hour to stand by： there I plant my foot。”
I did。 Mr。 Rochester； reading my countenance； saw I had done so。 His fury was wrought to the highest： he must yield to it for a moment； whatever followed； he crossed the floor and seized my arm and grasped my waist。 He seemed to devour me with his flaming glance： physically； I felt； at the moment； powerless as stubble exposed to the draught and glow of a furnace： mentally； I still possessed my soul； and with it the certainty of ultimate safety。 The soul； fortunately； has an interpreter—often an unconscious； but still a truthful interpreter—in the eye。 My eye rose to his； and while I looked in his fierce face I gave an involuntary sigh； his gripe was painful； and my over…taxed strength almost exhausted。
“Never；” said he； as he ground his teeth； “never was anything at once so frail and so indomitable。 A mere reed she feels in my hand！” （And he shook me with the force of his hold。） “I could bend her with my finger and thumb： and what good would it do if I bent； if I uptore； if I crushed her？ Consider that eye： consider the resolute； wild； free thing looking out of it； defying me； with more than courage—with a stern triumph。 Whatever I do with its cage； I cannot get at it—the savage； beautiful creature！ If I tear； if I rend the slight prison； my outrage will only let the captive loose。 Conqueror I might be of the house； but the inmate would escape to heaven before I could call myself possessor of its clay dwelling… place。 And it is you； spirit—with will and energy； and virtue and purity—that I want： not alone your brittle frame。 Of yourself you could e with soft flight and nestle against my heart； if you would： seized against your will； you will elude the grasp like an essence—you will vanish ere I inhale your fragrance。 Oh！ e； Jane； e！”
As he said this； he released me from his clutch； and only looked at me。 The look was far worse to resist than the frantic strain： only an idiot； however； would have succumbed now。 I had dared and baffled his fury； I must elude his sorrow： I retired to the door。
“You are going； Jane？”
“I am going； sir。”
“You are leaving me？”
“Yes。”
“You will not e？ You will not be my forter； my rescuer？ My deep love； my wild woe； my frantic prayer； are all nothing to you？”
What unutterable pathos was in his voice！ How hard it was to reiterate firmly； “I am going。”
“Jane！”
“Mr。 Rochester！”
“Withdraw； then；—I consent； but remember； you leave me here in anguish。 Go up to your own room； think over all I have said； and； Jane； cast a glance on my sufferings—think of me。”
He turned away； he threw himself on his face on the sofa。 “Oh； Jane！ my hope—my love—my life！” broke in anguish from his lips。 Then came a deep； strong sob。
I had already gained the door； but； reader； I walked back—walked back as determinedly as I had retreated。 I knelt down by him； I turned his face from the cushion to me； I kissed his cheek； I smoothed his hair with my hand。
“God bless you； my dear master！” I said。 “God keep you from harm and wrong—direct you； solace you—reward you well for your past kindness to me。”
“Little Jane’s love would have been my best reward；” he answered； “without it； my heart is broken。 But Jane will give me her love： yes—nobly； generously。”
Up the blood rushed to his face； forth flashed the fire from his eyes； erect he sprang； he held his arms out； but I evaded the embrace； and at once quitted the room。
“Farewell！” was the cry of my heart as I left him。 Despair added； “Farewell for ever！”
That night I never thought to sleep； but a slumber fell on me as soon as I lay down in bed。 I was transported in thought to the scenes of childhood： I dreamt I lay in the red…room at Gateshead； that the night was dark； and my mind impressed with strange fears。 The light that long ago had struck me into syncope； recalled in this vision； seemed glidingly to mount the wall； and tremblingly to pause in the centre of the obscured ceiling。 I lifted up my head to look： the roof resolved to clouds； high and dim； the gleam was such as the moon imparts to vapours she is about to sever。 I watched her e— watched with the strangest anticipation； as though some word of doom were to be written on her disk。 She broke forth as never moon yet burst from cloud： a hand first perated the sable folds and waved them away； then； not a moon； but a white human form shone in the azure； inclining a glorious brow earthward。 It gazed and gazed on me。 It spoke to my spirit： immeasurably distant was the tone； yet so near； it whispered in my heart—
“My daughter； flee temptation。”
“Mother； I will。”
So I answered after I had waked from the trance…like dream。 It was yet night； but July nights are short： soon after midnight； dawn es。 “It cannot be too early to mence the task I have to fulfil；” thought I。 I rose： I was dressed； for I had taken off nothing but my shoes。 I knew where to find in my drawers some linen； a locket； a ring。 In seeking these articles； I encountered the beads of a pearl necklace Mr。 Rochester had forced me to accept a few days ago。 I left that； it was not mine： it was the visionary bride’s who had melted in air。 The other articles I made up in a parcel； my purse； containing twenty shillings （it was all I had）； I put in my pocket： I tied on my straw bon； pinned my shawl； took the parcel and my slippers； which I would not put on yet； and stole from my room。
“Farewell； kind Mrs。 Fairfax！” I whispered； as I glided past her door。 “Farewell； my darling Adèle！” I said； as I glanced towards the nursery。 No thought could be admitted of entering to embrace her。 I had to deceive a fine ear： for aught I knew it might now be listening。
I would have got past Mr。 Rochester’s chamber without a pause； but my heart momentarily stopping its beat at that threshold； my foot was forced to stop also。 No sleep was there： the inmate was walking restlessly from wall to wall； and again and again he sighed while I listened。 There was a heaven—a temporary heaven—in this room for me； if I chose： I had but to go in and to say—
“Mr。 Rochester； I will love you and live with you through life till death