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he claimed the boon of a brand snatched from the burning。 Earnestness is ever deeply solemn： first； as I listened to that prayer； I wondered at his； then； when it continued and rose； I was touched by it； and at last awed。 He felt the greatness and goodness of his purpose so sincerely： others who heard him plead for it； could not but feel it too。
The prayer over； we took leave of him： he was to go at a very early hour in the morning。 Diana and Mary having kissed him； left the room—in pliance； I think； with a whispered hint from him： I tendered my hand； and wished him a pleasant journey。
“Thank you； Jane。 As I said； I shall return from Cambridge in a fortnight： that space； then； is yet left you for reflection。 If I listened to human pride； I should say no more to you of marriage with me； but I listen to my duty； and keep steadily in view my first aim—to do all things to the glory of God。 My Master was long… suffering： so will I be。 I cannot give you up to perdition as a vessel of wrath： repent—resolve； while there is yet time。 Remember； we are bid to work while it is day—warned that ‘the night eth when no man shall work。’ Remember the fate of Dives； who had his good things in this life。 God give you strength to choose that better part which shall not be taken from you！”
He laid his hand on my head as he uttered the last words。 He had spoken earnestly； mildly： his look was not； indeed； that of a lover beholding his mistress； but it was that of a pastor recalling his wandering sheep—or better； of a guardian angel watching the soul for which he is responsible。 All men of talent； whether they be men of feeling or not； whether they be zealots； or aspirants； or despots—provided only they be sincere—have their sublime moments； when they subdue and rule。 I felt veneration for St。 John— veneration so strong that its impetus thrust me at once to the point I had so long shunned。 I was tempted to cease struggling with him— to rush down the torrent of his will into the gulf of his existence； and there lose my own。 I was almost as hard beset by him now as I had been once before； in a different way； by another。 I was a fool both times。 To have yielded then would have been an error of principle； to have yielded now would have been an error of judgment。 So I think at this hour； when I look back to the crisis through the quiet medium of time： I was unconscious of folly at the instant。
I stood motionless under my hierophant’s touch。 My refusals were forgotten—my fears overe—my wrestlings paralysed。 The Impossible—i。e。； my marriage with St。 John—was fast being the Possible。 All was changing utterly with a sudden sweep。 Religion called—Angels beckoned—God manded—life rolled together like a scroll—death’s gates opening； showed eternity beyond： it seemed； that for safety and bliss there； all here might be sacrificed in a second。 The dim room was full of visions。
“Could you decide now？” asked the missionary。 The inquiry was put in gentle tones： he drew me to him as gently。 Oh； that gentleness！ how far more potent is it than force！ I could resist St。 John’s wrath： I grew pliant as a reed under his kindness。 Yet I knew all the time； if I yielded now； I should not the less be made to repent； some day； of my former rebellion。 His nature was not changed by one hour of solemn prayer： it was only elevated。
“I could decide if I were but certain；” I answered： “were I but convinced that it is God’s will I should marry you； I could vow to marry you here and now—e afterwards what would！”
“My I prayers are heard！” ejaculated St。 John。 He pressed his hand firmer on my head； as if he claimed me： he surrounded me with his arm； almost as if he loved me （I say almost—I knew the difference— for I had felt what it was to be loved； but； like him； I had now put love out of the question； and thought only of duty）。 I contended with my inward dimness of vision； before which clouds yet rolled。 I sincerely； deeply； fervently longed to do what was right； and only that。 “Show me； show me the path！” I entreated of Heaven。 I was excited more than I had ever been； and whether what followed was the effect of excitement the reader shall judge。
All the house was still； for I believe all； except St。 John and myself； were now retired to rest。 The one candle was dying out： the room was full of moonlight。 My heart beat fast and thick： I heard its throb。 Suddenly it stood still to an inexpressible feeling that thrilled it through； and passed at once to my head and extremities。 The feeling was not like an electric shock； but it was quite as sharp； as strange； as startling： it acted on my senses as if their utmost activity hitherto had been but torpor； from which they were now summoned and forced to wake。 They rose expectant： eye and ear waited y bones。
“What have you heard？ What do you see？” asked St。 John。 I saw nothing； but I heard a voice somewhere cry—
“Jane！ Jane！ Jane！”—nothing more。
“O God！ what is it？” I gasped。
I might have said； “Where is it？” for it did not seem in the room— nor in the house—nor in the garden； it did not e out of the air—nor from under the earth—nor from overhead。 I had heard it— where； or whence； for ever impossible to know！ And it was the voice of a human being—a known； loved； well…remembered voice—that of Edward Fairfax Rochester； and it spoke in pain and woe； wildly； eerily； urgently。
“I am ing！” I cried。 “Wait for me！ Oh； I will e！” I flew to the door and looked into the passage： it was dark。 I ran out into the garden： it was void。
“Where are you？” I exclaimed。
The hills beyond Marsh Glen sent the answer faintly back—“Where are you？” I listened。 The wind sighed low in the firs： all was moorland loneliness and midnight hush。
“Down superstition！” I mented； as that spectre rose up black by the black yew at the gate。 “This is not thy deception； nor thy witchcraft： it is the work of nature。 She was roused； and did—no miracle—but her best。”
I broke from St。 John； who had followed； and would have detained me。 It was my time to assume ascendency。 My powers were in play and in force。 I told him to forbear question or remark； I desired him to leave me： I must and would be alone。 He obeyed at once。 Where there is energy to mand well enough； obedience never fails。 I mounted to my chamber； locked myself in； fell on my knees； and prayed in my way—a different way to St。 John’s； but effective in its own fashion。 I seemed to perate very near a Mighty Spirit； and my soul rushed out in gratitude at His feet。 I rose from the thanksgiving—took a resolve—and lay down； unscared； enlightened— eager but for the daylight。
Chapter 36
The daylight came。 I rose at dawn。 I busied myself for an hour or two with arranging my things in my chamber； drawers； and wardrobe； in the order wherein I should wish to leave them during a brief absence。 Meantime； I heard St。 John quit his room。 He stopped at my door： I feared he would knock—no； but a slip of paper was passed under the door。 I took it up。 It bore these words—
“You left me too suddenly last night。 Had you stayed but a little longer； you would have laid your hand on the Christian’s cross and the angel’s crown。 I shall expect your clear decision when I return this day fortnight。 Meantime； watch and pray that you enter not into temptation： the spirit； I trust； is willing； but the flesh； I see； is weak。 I shall pray for you hourly。—Yours； ST。 JOHN。”
“My spirit；” I answered mentally； “is willing to do what is right； and my flesh； I hope； is strong enough to acplish the will of Heaven； when once that will is distinctly known to me。 At any rate； it shall be strong enough to search—inquire—to grope an outlet from this cloud of doubt； and find the open day of certainty。”
It was the first of June； yet the morning was overcast and chilly： rain beat fast on my casement。 I heard the front…door open； and St。 John pass out。 Looking through the window； I saw him traverse the garden。 He took the way over the misty moors in the direction of Whitcross—there he would meet the coach。
“In a few more hours I shall succeed you in that track； cousin；” thought I： “I too have a coach to meet at Whitcross。 I too have some to see and ask after in England； before