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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,' and a fount of rapture would spring to my lips. I thought of
this.
That kind master, who could not sleep now, was waiting with
impatience for day. He would send for me in the morning; I should be
gone. He would have me sought for: vainly. He would feel himself
forsaken; his love rejected: he would suffer; perhaps grow
desperate. I thought of this too. My hand moved towards the lock: I
caught it back, and glided on.
Drearily I wound my way downstairs: I knew what I had to do, and
I did it mechanically. I sought the key of the side-door in the
kitchen; I sought, too, a phial of oil and a feather; I oiled the
key and the lock. I got some water, I got some bread: for perhaps I
should have to walk far; and my strength, sorely shaken of late,
must not break down. All this I did without one sound. I opened the
door, passed out, shut it softly. Dim dawn glimmered in the yard.