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did this morning； I should receive you in an embrace； at least as fond as it would be restrictive。 I should not shrink from you with disgust as I did from her： in your quiet moments you should have no watcher and no nurse but me； and I could hang over you with untiring tenderness； though you gave me no smile in return； and never weary of gazing into your eyes； though they had no longer a ray of recognition for me。—But why do I follow that train of ideas？ I was talking of removing you from Thornfield。 All； you know； is prepared for prompt departure： to…morrow you shall go。 I only ask you to endure one more night under this roof； Jane； and then； farewell to its miseries and terrors for ever！ I have a place to repair to； which will be a secure sanctuary from hateful reminiscences； from unwele intrusion—even from falsehood and slander。”
“And take Adèle with you； sir；” I interrupted； “she will be a panion for you。”
“What do you mean； Jane？ I told you I would send Adèle to school； and what do I want with a child for a panion； and not my own child；—a French dancer’s bastard？ Why do you importune me about her！ I say； why do you assign Adèle to me for a panion？”
“You spoke of a retirement； sir； and retirement and solitude are dull： too dull for you。”
“Solitude！ solitude！” he reiterated with irritation。 “I see I must e to an explanation。 I don’t know what sphynx…like expression is forming in your countenance。 You are to share my solitude。 Do you understand？”
I shook my head： it required a degree of courage； excited as he was being； even to risk that mute sign of dissent。 He had been walking fast about the room； and he stopped； as if suddenly rooted to one spot。 He looked at me long and hard： I turned my eyes from him； fixed them on the fire； and tried to assume and maintain a quiet； collected aspect。
“Now for the hitch in Jane’s character；” he said at last； speaking more calmly than from his look I had expected him to speak。 “The reel of silk has run smoothly enough so far； but I always knew there would e a knot and a puzzle： here it is。 Now for vexation； and exasperation； and endless trouble！ By God！ I long to exert a fraction of Samson’s strength； and break the entanglement like tow！”
He remenced his walk； but soon again stopped； and this time just before me。
“Jane！ will you hear reason？” （he stooped and approached his lips to my ear）； “because； if you won’t； I’ll try violence。” His voice was hoarse； his look that of a man who is just about to burst an insufferable bond and plunge headlong into wild license。 I saw that in another moment； and with one impetus of frenzy more； I should be able to do nothing with him。 The present—the passing second of time—was all I had in which to control and restrain him—a movement of repulsion； flight； fear would have sealed my doom；—and his。 But I was not afraid： not in the least。 I felt an inward power； a sense of influence； which supported me。 The crisis was perilous； but not without its charm： such as the Indian； perhaps； feels when he slips over the rapid in his canoe。 I took hold of his clenched hand； loosened the contorted fingers； and said to him； soothingly—
“Sit down； I’ll talk to you as long as you like； and hear all you have to say； whether reasonable or unreasonable。”
He sat down： but he did not get leave to speak directly。 I had been struggling with tears for some time： I had taken great pains to repress them； because I knew he would not like to see me weep。 Now； however； I considered it well to let them flow as freely and as long as they liked。 If the flood annoyed him； so much the better。 So I gave way and cried heartily。
Soon I heard him earnestly entreating me to be posed。 I said I could not while he was in such a passion。
“But I am not angry； Jane： I only love you too well； and you had steeled your little pale face with such a resolute； frozen look； I could not endure it。 Hush； now； and wipe your eyes。”
His softened voice announced that he was subdued； so I； in my turn； became calm。 Now he made an effort to rest his head on my shoulder； but I would not permit it。 Then he would draw me to him： no。
“Jane！ Jane！” he said； in such an accent of bitter sadness it thrilled along every nerve I had； “you don’t love me； then？ It was only my station； and the rank of my wife； that you valued？ Now that you think me disqualified to bee your husband； you recoil from my touch as if I were some toad or ape。”
These words cut me： yet what could I do or I say？ I ought probably to have done or said nothing； but I was so tortured by a sense of remorse at thus hurting his feelings； I could not control the wish to drop balm where I had wounded。
“I do love you；” I said； “more than ever： but I must not show or indulge the feeling： and this is the last time I must express it。”
“The last time； Jane！ What！ do you think you can live with me； and see me daily； and yet； if you still love me； be always cold and distant？”
“No； sir； that I am certain I could not； and therefore I see there is but one way： but you will be furious if I mention it。”
“Oh； mention it！ If I storm； you have the art of weeping。”
“Mr。 Rochester； I must leave you。”
“For how long； Jane？ For a few minutes； while you smooth your hair—which is somewhat dishevelled； and bathe your face—which looks feverish？”
“I must leave Adèle and Thornfield。 I must part with you for my whole life： I must begin a new existence among strange faces and strange scenes。”
“Of course： I told you you should。 I pass over the madness about parting from me。 You mean you must bee a part of me。 As to the new existence； it is all right： you shall yet be my wife： I am not married。 You shall be Mrs。 Rochester—both virtually and nominally。 I shall keep only to you so long as you and I live。 You shall go to a place I have in the south of France： a whitewashed villa on the shores of the Mediterranean。 There you shall live a happy； and guarded； and most innocent life。 Never fear that I wish to lure you into error—to make you my mistress。 Why did you shake your head？ Jane； you must be reasonable； or in truth I shall again bee frantic。”
His voice and hand quivered： his large nostrils dilated； his eye blazed： still I dared to speak。
“Sir； your wife is living： that is a fact acknowledged this morning by yourself。 If I lived with you as you desire； I should then be your mistress： to say otherwise is sophistical—is false。”
“Jane； I am not a gentle…tempered man—you forget that： I am not long…enduring； I am not cool and dispassionate。 Out of pity to me and yourself； put your finger on my pulse； feel how it throbs； and— beware！”
He bared his wrist； and offered it to me： the blood was forsaking his cheek and lips； they were growing livid； I was distressed on all hands。 To agitate him thus deeply； by a resistance he so abhorred； was cruel： to yield was out of the question。 I did what human beings do instinctively when they are driven to utter extremity— looked for aid to one higher than man： the words “God help me！” burst involuntarily from my lips。
“I am a fool！” cried Mr。 Rochester suddenly。 “I keep telling her I am not married； and do not explain to her why。 I forget she knows nothing of the character of that woman； or of the circumstances attending my infernal union with her。 Oh； I am certain Jane will agree with me in opinion； when she knows all that I know！ Just put your hand in mine； Ja—that I may have the evidence of touch as well as sight； to prove you are near me—and I will in a few words show you the real state of the case。 Can you listen to me
“Yes； sir； for hours if you will。”
“I ask only minutes。 Jane； did you ever hear or know at I was not the eldest son of my house： that I had once a brother older than I？”
“I remember Mrs。 Fairfax told me so once。”
“And did you ever hear that my father was an avaricious； grasping man？”
“I have understood something to that effect。”
“Well； Jane； being so； it was his resolution to keep the property together； he could not bear the idea of dividing his estate and leaving me a fair portion： all； he resolved； should go to my brother； Rowland。 Yet as little could he endure that a son of his should be a poor man。 I must be provided fo