"Sir, it removed my veil from its gaunt head, rent it in two parts,

and flinging both on the floor, trampled on them."

"Afterwards?"

"It drew aside the window-curtain and looked out; perhaps it saw

dawn approaching, for, taking the candle, it retreated to the door.

Just at my bedside, the figure stopped: the fiery eyes glared upon

me--she thrust up her candle close to my face, and extinguished it

under my eyes. I was aware her lurid visage flamed over mine, and I

lost consciousness: for the second time in my life--only the second

time--I became insensible from terror."

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"Who was with you when you revived?"

"No one, sir, but the broad day. I rose, bathed my head and face in

water, drank a long draught; felt that though enfeebled I was not

ill, and determined that to none but you would I impart this vision.

Now, sir, tell me who and what that woman was?"

"The creature of an over-stimulated brain; that is certain. I must

be careful of you, my treasure: nerves like yours were not made for

rough handling."

"Sir, depend on it, my nerves were not in fault; the thing was real:

the transaction actually took place."

"And your previous dreams, were they real too? Is Thornfield Hall a

ruin? Am I severed from you by insuperable obstacles? Am I leaving

you without a tear--without a kiss--without a word?"

"Not yet."

"Am I about to do it? Why, the day is already commenced which is to

bind us indissolubly; and when we are once united, there shall be no

recurrence of these mental terrors: I guarantee that."

"Mental terrors, sir! I wish I could believe them to be only such:

I wish it more now than ever; since even you cannot explain to me

the mystery of that awful visitant."

"And since I cannot do it, Jane, it must have been unreal."

"But, sir, when I said so to myself on rising this morning, and when

I looked round the room to gather courage and comfort from the

cheerful aspect of each familiar object in full daylight, there--on

the carpet--I saw what gave the distinct lie to my hypothesis,--the

veil, torn from top to bottom in two halves!"

I felt Mr. Rochester start and shudder; he hastily flung his arms

round me. "Thank God!" he exclaimed, "that if anything malignant

did come near you last night, it was only the veil that was harmed.

Oh, to think what might have happened!"




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