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still i did not answer； and still i writhed myself from his grasp： for i was still incredulous。
“do you doubt me； jane？”
“entirely。”
“you have no faith in me？”
“not a whit。”
“am i a liar in your eyes？” he asked passionately。 “little sceptic； you shall be convinced。 what love have i for miss ingram？ none： and that you know。 what love has she for me？ none： as i have taken pains to prove： i caused a rumour to reach her that my fortune was not a third of what was supposed； and after that i presented myself to see the result； it was coldness both from her and her mother。 i would not—i could not—marry miss ingram。 you— you strange； you almost unearthly thing！—i love as my own flesh。 you—poor and obscure； and small and plain as you are—i entreat to accept me as a husband。”
“what； me！” i ejaculated； beginning in his earnestness—and especially in his incivility—to credit his sincerity： “me who have not a friend in the world but you… if you are my friend： not a shilling but what you have given me？”
“you； jane； i must have you for my own—entirely my own。 will you be mine？ say yes； quickly。”
“mr。 rochester； let me look at your face： turn to the moonlight。”
“why？”
“because i want to read your countenance—turn！”
“there！ you will find it scarcely more legible than a crumpled； scratched page。 read on： only make haste； for i suffer。”
his face was very much agitated and very much flushed； and there were strong workings in the features； and strange gleams in the eyes
“oh； jane； you torture me！” he exclaimed。 “with that searching and yet faithful and generous look； you torture me！”
“how can i do that？ if you are true； and your offer real； my only feelings to you must be gratitude and devotion—they cannot torture。”
“gratitude！” he ejaculated； and added wildly—“jane accept me quickly。 say； edward—give me my name—edward—i will marry you。”
“are you in earnest？ do you truly love me？ do you sincerely wish me to be your wife？”
“i do； and if an oath is necessary to satisfy you； i swear it。”
“then； sir； i will marry you。”
“edward—my little wife！”
“dear edward！”
“e to me—e to me entirely now；” said he； and added； in his deepest tone； speaking in my ear as his cheek was laid on mine； “make my happiness—i will make yours。”
“god pardon me！” he subjoined ere long； “and man meddle not with me： i have her； and will hold her。”
“there is no one to meddle； sir。 i have no kindred to interfere。”
“no—that is the best of it；” he said。 and if i had loved him less i should have thought his accent and look of exultation savage； but； sitting by him； roused from the nightmare of parting—called to the paradise of union—i thought only of the bliss given me to drink in so abundant a flow。 again and again he said； “are you happy； jane？” and again and again i answered； “yes。” after which he murmured； “it will atone—it will atone。 have i not found her friendless； and cold； and fortless？ will i not guard； and cherish； and solace her？ is there not love in my heart； and constancy in my resolves？ it will expiate at god’s tribunal。 i know my maker sanctions what i do。 for the world’s judgment—i wash my hands thereof。 for man’s opinion—i defy it。”
but what had befallen the night？ the moon was not yet set； and we were all in shadow： i could scarcely see my master’s face； near as i was。 and what ailed the chestnut tree？ it writhed and groaned； while wind roared in the laurel walk； and came sweeping over us。
“we must go in；” said mr。 rochester： “the weather changes。 i could have sat with thee till morning； jane。”
“and so；” thought i； “could i with you。” i should have said so； perhaps； but a livid； vivid spark leapt out of a cloud at which i was looking； and there was a crack； a crash； and a close rattling peal； and i thought only of hiding my dazzled eyes against mr。 rochester’s shoulder。
the rain rushed down。 he hurried me up the walk； through the grounds； and into the house； but we were quite wet before we could pass the threshold。 he was taking off my shawl in the hall； and shaking the water out of my loosened hair； when mrs。 fairfax emerged from her room。 i did not observe her at first； nor did mr。 rochester。 the lamp was lit。 the clock was on the stroke of twelve。
“hasten to take off your wet things；” said he； “and before you go； good…night—good…night； my darling！”
he kissed me repeatedly。 when i looked up； on leaving his arms； there stood the widow； pale； grave； and amazed。 i only smiled at her； and ran upstairs。 “explanation will do for another time；” thought i。 still； when i reached my chamber； i felt a pang at the idea she should even temporarily misconstrue what she had seen。 but joy soon effaced every other feeling； and loud as the wind blew； near and deep as the thunder crashed； fierce and frequent as the lightning gleamed； cataract…like as the rain fell during a storm of two hours’ duration； i experienced no fear and little awe。 mr。 rochester came thrice to my door in the course of it； to ask if i was safe and tranquil： and that was fort； that was strength for anything。
before i left my bed in the morning； little adèle came running in to tell me that the great horse…chestnut at the bottom of the orchard had been struck by lightning in the night； and half of it split away。
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Chapter 25
。小［说网｝
the month of courtship had wasted： its very last hours were being numbered。 there was no putting off the day that advanced—the bridal day； and all preparations for its arrival were plete。 i； at least； had nothing more to do： there were my trunks； packed； locked； corded； ranged in a row along the wall of my little chamber； to…morrow； at this time； they would be far on their road to london： and so should i （d。v。）；—or rather； not i； but one jane rochester； a person whom as yet i knew not。 the cards of address alone remained to nail on： they lay； four little squares； in the drawer。 mr。 rochester had himself written the direction； “mrs。 rochester；— hotel； london；” on each： i could not persuade myself to affix them； or to have them affixed。 mrs。 rochester！ she did not exist： she would not be born till to…morrow； some time after eight o’clock a。m。； and i would wait to be assured she had e into the world alive before i assigned to her all that property。 it was enough that in yonder closet； opposite my dressing…table； garments said to be hers had already displaced my black stuff lowood frock and straw bonnet： for not to me appertained that suit of wedding raiment； the pearl…coloured robe； the vapoury veil pendent from the usurped portmanteau。 i shut the closet to conceal the strange； wraith…like apparel it contained； which； at this evening hour—nine o’clock— gave out certainly a most ghostly shimmer through the shadow of my apartment。 “i will leave you by yourself； white dream；” i said。 “i am feverish： i hear the wind blowing： i will go out of doors and feel it。”
it was not only the hurry of preparation that made me feverish； not only the anticipation of the great change—the new life which was to mence to…morrow： both these circumstances had their share； doubtle