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As I rose and dressed, I thought over what had happened, and

wondered if it were a dream I could not be certain of the reality

till I had seen Mr Rochester again, and heard hi lass, and felt

it was no longer plain: there was hope in its aspect and life in

its colour; and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld the fount of

fruition, and borrowed beams from the lustrous ripple I had often

been unwilling to look at my master, because I feared he could not

be pleased at ht lift my face to his

now, and not cool his affection by its expression I took a plain

but clean and light summer dress from my drawer and put it on: it

seemed no attire had ever so well become me, because none had I ever

worn in so blissful a mood

I was not surprised, when I ran down into the hall, to see that a

brilliant June ht;

and to feel, through the open glass door, the breathing of a fresh

and fragrant breeze Nature ar-woed objects both--were