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“Impatiently I waited for evening； when I might summon you to my presence。 An unusual—to me—a perfectly new character I suspected was yours： I desired to search it deeper and know it better。 You entered the room with a look and air at once shy and independent： you uch as you are now。 I made you talk： ere long I found you full of strange contrasts。 Your garb and manner were restricted by rule； your air was often diffident； and altogether that of one refined by nature； but absolutely unused to society； and a good deal afraid of making herself disadvantageously conspicuous by some solecism or blunder； yet when addressed； you lifted a keen； a daring； and a glowing eye to your interlocutor’s face： there was peration and power in each glance you gave； when plied by close questions； you found ready and round answers。 Very soon you seemed to get used to me： I believe you felt the existence of sympathy between you and your grim and cross master； Jane； for it was astonishing to see how quickly a certain pleasant ease tranquillised your manner： snarl as I would； you showed no surprise； fear； annoyance； or displeasure at my moroseness； you watched me； and now and then smiled at me with a simple yet sagacious grace I cannot describe。 I was at once content and stimulated with what I saw： I liked what I had seen； and wished to see more。 Yet； for a long time； I treated you distantly； and sought your pany rarely。 I was an intellectual epicure； and wished to prolong the gratification of making this novel and piquant acquaintance： besides； I was for a while troubled with a haunting fear that if I handled the flower freely its bloom would fade—the sweet charm of freshness would leave it。 I did not then know that it was no transitory blossom； but rather the radiant resemblance of one； cut in an indestructible gem。 Moreover； I wished to see whether you would seek me if I shunned you—but you did not； you kept in the schoolroom as still as your own desk and easel； if by chance I met you； you passed me as soon； and with as little token of recognition； as was consistent with respect。 Your habitual expression in those days； Jane； was a thoughtful look； not despondent； for you were not sickly； but not buoyant； for you had little hope； and no actual pleasure。 I wondered what you thought of me； or if you ever thought of me； and resolved to find this out。
“I resumed my notice of you。 There was something glad in your glance； and genial in your manner； when you conversed： I saw you had a social heart； it was the silent schoolroom—it was the tedium of your life—that made you mournful。 I permitted myself the delight of being kind to you； kindness stirred emotion soon： your face became soft in expression； your tones gentle； I liked my name pronounced by your lips in a grateful happy accent。 I used to enjoy a chance meeting with you； Jane； at this time： there was a curious hesitation in your manner： you glanced at me with a slight trouble—a hovering doubt： you did not know what my caprice might be— whether I was going to play the master and be stern； or the friend and be benignant。 I was now too fond of you often to simulate the first whim； and； when I stretched my hand out cordially； such bloom and light and bliss rose to your young； wistful features； I had much ado often to avoid straining you then and there to my heart。”
“Don’t talk any more of those days； sir；” I interrupted； furtively dashing away some tears from my eyes； his language was torture to me； for I knew what I must do—and do soon—and all these reminiscences； and these revelations of his feelings only made my work more difficult。
“No； Jane；” he returned： “what necessity is there to dwell on the Past； when the Present is so much surer—the Future so much brighter？”
I shuddered to hear the infatuated assertion。
“You see now how the case stands—do you not？” he continued。 “After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude； I have for the first time found what I can truly love—I have found you。 You are my sympathy—my better self—my good angel。 I am bound to you with a strong attachment。 I think you good； gifted； lovely： a fervent； a solemn passion is conceived in my heart； it leans to you； draws you to my centre and spring of life； wraps my existence about you； and； kindling in pure； powerful flame； fuses you and me in one。
“It was because I felt and knew this； that I resolved to marry you。 To tell me that I had already a wife is empty mockery： you know now that I had but a hideous demon。 I was wrong to attempt to deceive you； but I feared a stubbornness that exists in your character。 I feared early instilled prejudice： I wanted to have you safe before hazarding confidences。 This was cowardly： I should have appealed to your nobleness and magnanimity at first； as I do now—opened to you plainly my life of agony—described to you my hunger and thirst after a higher and worthier existence—shown to you； not my resolution （that word is weak）； but my resistless bent to love faithfully and well； where I am faithfully and well loved in return。 Then I should have asked you to accept my pledge of fidelity and to give me yours。 Jane—give it me now。”
A pause。
“Why are you silent； Jane？”
I was experiencing an ordeal： a hand of fiery iron grasped my vitals。 Terrible moment： full of struggle； blackness； burning！ Not a human being that ever lived could wish to be loved better than I was loved； and him who thus loved me I absolutely worshipped： and I must renounce love and idol。 One drear word prised my intolerable duty—“Depart！”
“Jane； you understand what I want of you？ Just this promise—‘I will be yours； Mr。 Rochester。’”
“Mr。 Rochester； I will not be yours。”
Another long silence。
“Jane！” remenced he； with a gentleness that broke me down with grief； and turned me stone…cold with ominous terror—for this still voice was the pant of a lion rising—“Jane； do you mean to go one way in the world； and to let me go another？”
“I do。”
“Jane” （bending towards and embracing me）； “do you mean it now？”
“I do。”
“And now？” softly kissing my forehead and cheek。
“I do；” extricating myself from restraint rapidly and pletely。
“Oh； Jane； this is bitter！ This—this is wicked。 It would not be wicked to love me。”
“It would to obey you。”
A wild look raised his brows—crossed his features： he rose； but he forebore yet。 I laid my hand on the back of a chair for support： I shook； I feared—but I resolved。
“One instant； Jane。 Give one glance to my horrible life when you are gone。 All happiness will be torn away with you。 What then is left？ For a wife I have but the maniac upstairs： as well might you refer me to some corpse in yonder churchyard。 What shall I do； Jane？ Where turn for a panion and for some hope？”
“Do as I do： trust in God and yourself。 Believe in heaven。 Hope to meet again there。”
“Then you will not yield？”
“No。”
“Then you condemn me to live wretched and to die accursed？” His voice rose。
“I advise you to live sinless； and I wish you to die tranquil。”
“Then you snatch love and innocence from me？ You fling me back on lust for a passion—vice for an occupation？”
“Mr。 Rochester； I no more as