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ater I heaved theed the bed and its occupant,

flew back to , baptized the

couch afresh, and, by God's aid, succeeded in extinguishing the

fla it

The hiss of the quenched ele from my hand when I had emptied it, and, above all, the splash

of the shower-bath I had liberally bestowed, roused Mr Rochester at

last Though it was now dark, I kneake; because I heard

hi in a pool

of water

"Is there a flood?" he cried

"No, sir," I answered; "but there has been a fire: get up, do; you

are quenched noill fetch you a candle"

"In the name of all the elves in Christendom, is that Jane Eyre?" he

demanded "What have you done with me, witch, sorceress? Who is in

the room besides you? Have you plotted to drown me?"

"I will fetch you a candle, sir; and, in Heaven's na: you cannot too soon find out who

and what it is"