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rms on a table； and my head dropped on them。 And now I thought： till now I had only heard； seen； moved—followed up and down where I was led or dragged—watched event rush on event； disclosure open beyond disclosure： but now； I thought。
The morning had been a quiet morning enough—all except the brief scene with the lunatic： the transaction in the church had not been noisy； there was no explosion of passion； no loud altercation； no dispute； no defiance or challenge； no tears； no sobs： a few words had been spoken； a calmly pronounced objection to the marriage made； some stern； short questions put by Mr。 Rochester； answers； explanations given； evidence adduced； an open admission of the truth had been uttered by my master； then the living proof had been seen； the intruders were gone； and all was over。
I was in my own room as usual—just myself； without obvious change： nothing had smitten me； or scathed me； or maimed me。 And yet where was the Jane Eyre of yesterday？—where was her life？—where were her prospects？
Jane Eyre； who had been an ardent； expectant woman—almost a bride； was a cold； solitary girl again： her life was pale； her prospects were desolate。 A Christmas frost had e at midsummer； a white December storm had whirled over June； ice glazed the ripe apples； drifts crushed the blowing roses； on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud： lanes which last night blushed full of flowers； to… day were pathless with untrodden snow； and the woods； which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics； now spread； waste； wild； and white as pine…forests in wintry Norway。 My hopes were all dead—struck with a subtle doom； such as； in one night； fell on all the first…born in the land of Egypt。 I looked on my cherished wishes； yesterday so blooming and glowing； they lay stark； chill； livid corpses that could never revive。 I looked at my love： that feeling which was my master’s—which he had created； it shivered in my heart； like a suffering child in a cold cradle； sickness and anguish had seized it； it could not seek Mr。 Rochester’s arms—it could not derive warmth from his breast。 Oh； never more could it turn to him； for faith was blighted—confidence destroyed！ Mr。 Rochester was not to me what he had been； for he was not what I had thought him。 I would not ascribe vice to him； I would not say he had betrayed me； but the attribute of stainless truth was gone from his idea； and from his presence I must go： THAT I perceived well。 When—how—whither； I could not yet discern； but he himself； I doubted not； would hurry me from Thornfield。 Real affection； it seemed； he could not have for me； it had been only fitful passion： that was balked； he would want me no more。 I should fear even to cross his path now： my view must be hateful to him。 Oh； how blind had been my eyes！ How weak my conduct！
My eyes were covered and closed： eddying darkness seemed to swim round me； and reflection came in as black and confused a flow。 Self…abandoned； relaxed； and effortless； I seemed to have laid me down in the dried…up bed of a great river； I heard a flood loosened in remote mountains； and felt the torrent e： to rise I had no will； to flee I had no strength。 I lay faint； longing to be dead。 One idea only still throbbed life…like within me—a remembrance of God： it begot an unuttered prayer： these words went wandering up and down in my rayless mind； as something that should be whispered； but no energy was found to express them—
“Be not far from me； for trouble is near： there is none to help。”
It was near： and as I had lifted no petition to Heaven to avert it—as I had neither joined my hands； nor bent my knees； nor moved my lips—it came： in full heavy swing the torrent poured over me。 The whole consciousness of my life lorn； my love lost； my hope quenched； my faith death…struck； swayed full and mighty above me in one sullen mass。 That bitter hour cannot be described： in truth； “the waters came into my soul； I sank in deep mire： I felt no standing； I came into deep waters； the floods overflowed me。”
Chapter 27
Some time in the afternoon I raised my head； and looking round and seeing the western sun gilding the sign of its decline on the wall； I asked； “What am I to do？”
But the answer my mind gave—“Leave Thornfield at once”—was so prompt； so dread； that I stopped my ears。 I said I could not bear such words now。 “That I am not Edward Rochester’s bride is the least part of my woe；” I alleged： “that I have wakened out of most glorious dreams； and found them all void and vain； is a horror I could bear and master； but that I must leave him decidedly； instantly； entirely； is intolerable。 I cannot do it。”
But； then； a voice within me averred that I could do it and foretold that I should do it。 I wrestled with my own resolution： I wanted to be weak that I might avoid the awful passage of further suffering I saw laid out for me； and Conscience； turned tyrant； held Passion by the throat； told her tauntingly； she had yet but dipped her dainty foot in the slough； and swore that with that arm of iron he would thrust her down to unsounded depths of agony。
“Let me be torn away；” then I cried。 “Let another help me！”
“No； you shall tear yourself away； none shall help you： you shall yourself pluck out your right eye； yourself cut off your right hand： your heart shall be the victim； and you the priest to transfix it。”
I rose up suddenly； terror…struck at the solitude which so ruthless a judge haunted；—at the silence which so awful a voice filled。 My head swam as I stood erect。 I perceived that I was sickening from excitement and inanition； neither meat nor drink had passed my lips that day； for I had taken no breakfast。 And； with a strange pang； I now reflected that； long as I had been shut up here； no message had been sent to ask how I was； or to invite me to e down： not even little Adèle had tapped at the door； not even Mrs。 Fairfax had sought me。 “Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes；” I murmured； as I undrew the bolt and passed out。 I stumbled over an obstacle： my head was still dizzy； my sight was dim； and my limbs were feeble。 I could not soon recover myself。 I fell； but not on to the ground： an outstretched arm caught me。 I looked up—I was supported by Mr。 Rochester； who sat in a chair across my chamber threshold。
“You e out at last；” he said。 “Well； I have been waiting for you long； and listening： yet not one movement have I heard； nor one sob： five minutes more of that death…like hush； and I should have forced the lock like a burglar。 So you shun me？—you shut yourself up and grieve alone！ I would rather you had e and upbraided me with vehemence。 You are passionate。 I expected a scene of some kind。 I was prepared for the hot rain of tears； only I wanted them to be shed on my breast： now a senseless floor has received them； or your drenched handkerchief。 But I err： you have not wept at all！ I see a white cheek and a faded eye； but no trace of tears。 I suppose； then； your heart has been weeping blood？”
“Well； Jane！ not a word of reproach？ Nothing bitter—nothing poignant？ Nothing to cut a feeling or sting a passion？ You sit quietly where I have placed you； and regard me with a weary； passive look。”
“Jane； I never meant to wound you thus。 If the man who had but one little ewe lamb that was dear to him as a daughter； that ate of his bread and drank of his cup； and lay in his bosom； had by some mistake slaughtered it at the shambles； he would not have rued his bloody blunder more than I now rue mine。 Will you ever forgive me？”
Reader； I forgave him at the moment and on the spot。 There was such deep remorse in his eye； such true pity in his tone； such manly energy in his manner； and besides； there was such unchanged love in his whole look and mien—I forgave him all： yet not in words； not outwardly； only at my heart’s core。
“You know I am a scoundrel； Jane？” ere long he inquired wistfully— wondering； I suppose； at my continued silence and tameness； the result rather of weakness than of will。
“Yes； sir。”
“Then tell me so roundly and sharply—don’t spare me。”
“I cannot： I am tired and sick。 I want some water。” He heaved a sort of shuddering sigh； and taking me in his arms； carried me downstairs。 At first I did not know to what room he had borne me； all was cloudy to my glazed sight： presently I felt the reviving warmth of a fire； for； summer as it was； I had bee icy cold in my chamber。 He put wine to my lips； I tasted it and revived； then I ate something he offered me； and was soon myself。 I was in the library—sitting in his chair—he was quite near。 “If I could go out of life now； without too sharp a pang； it would be well for me；” I thought； “then I should not have to make the effort of cracking my heart…strings in rending them from among Mr。 Rochester’s。 I must leave him； it appears。 I do not want to leave him—I cannot leave him。”
“How are you now； Jane？”
“Much better； sir； I shall be well soon。”
“Taste the wine again； Jane。”
I obeyed him； then he put the glass on the table； stood before me； and looked at me attentively。 Suddenly he turned away； with an inarticulate exclamation； full of passionate emotion of some kind； he walked fast through the room and came back； he stooped towards me as if to kiss me； but I remembered caresses were now forbidden。 I turned my face away and put his aside。
“What！—How is this？” he exclaimed hastily。 “Oh； I know！ you won’t kiss the husband of Bertha Mason？ You consider my arms filled and my embraces appropriated？”
“At any rate； there is neither room nor claim for me； sir。”
“Why； Jane？ I will spare you the trouble of much talking； I will answer for you—Because I have a wife already； you would reply。—I guess rightly？”
“Yes。”
“If you think so； you must have a strange opinion of me； you must regard me as a plotting profligate—a base and low rake who has been simulating disinterested love in order to draw you into a snare deliberately laid； and strip you of honour and rob you of self… respect。 What do you say to that？ I see you can say nothing in the first place； you are faint still； and have enough to do to draw your breath； in the second place； you cannot yet accustom yourself to accuse and revile me； and besides； the flood…gates of tears are opened； and they would rush out if you spoke much； and you have no desire to expostulate； to upbraid； to make a scene： you are thinking how to act—talking you consider is of no use。 I know you—I am on my guard。”
“Sir； I do not wish to act against you；” I said； and my unsteady voice warned me to curtail my sentence。
“Not in your sense of the word； but in mine you are scheming to destroy me。 You have as good as said that I am a married man—as a married man you will shun me； keep out of my way： just now you have refused to kiss me。 You intend to make yourself a plete stranger to me： to live under this roof only as Adèle’s governess； if ever I say a friendly word to you； if ever a friendly feeling inclines you again to me； you will say；—‘That man had nearly made me his mistress： I must be ice and rock to him；’ and ice and rock you will accordingly bee。”
I cleared and steadied my voice to reply： “All is changed about me； sir； I must change too—there is no doubt of that； and to avoid fluctuations of feeling； and continual bats with recollections and associations； there is only one way—Adèle must have a new governess； sir。”
“Oh； Adèle will go to school—I have settled that already； nor do I mean to torment you with the hideous associations and recollections of Thornfield Hall—this accursed place—this tent of Achan—this insolent vault； offering the ghastliness of living death to the light of the open sky—this narrow stone hell； with its one real fiend； worse than a legion of such as we imagine。 Jane； you shall not stay here； nor will I。 I was wrong ever to bring you to Thornfield Hall； knowing as I did how it was haunted。 I charged them to conceal from you； before I ever saw you； all knowledge of the curse of the place； merely because I feared Adèle never would have a governess to stay if she knew with what inmate she was housed； and my plans would not permit me to remove the maniac elsewhere—though I possess an old house； Ferndean Manor； even more retired and hidden than this； where I could have lodged her safely enough； had not a scruple about the unhealthiness of the situation； in the heart of a wood； made my conscience recoil from the arrangement。 Probably those damp walls would soon have eased me of her charge： but to each villain his own vice； and mine is not a tendency to indirect assassination； even of what I most hate。
“Concealing the mad…woman’s neighbourhood from you； however； was something like covering a child with a cloak and laying it down near a upas…tree： that demon’s vicinage is poisoned； and always was。 But I’ll shut up Thornfield Hall： I’ll nail up the front door and board the lower windows： I’ll give Mrs。 Poole two hundred a year to live here with my wife； as you term that fearful hag： Grace will do much for money； and she shall have her son； the keeper at Grimsby Retreat； to bear her pany and be at hand to give her aid in the paroxysms； when my wife is prompted by her familiar to burn people in their beds at night； to stab them； to bite