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I know not whether the day was fair or foul; in descending the

drive, I gazed neither on sky nor earth: rated into Mr Rochester's fra on which, as ent along, he appeared to

fasten a glance fierce and fell I wanted to feel the thoughts

whose force he see

At the churchyard wicket he stopped: he discovered I was quite out

of breath "Am I cruel in my love?" he said "Delay an instant:

lean on rey old house of God rising

cal round the steeple, of a ruddy

rave-

ures of strangers

straying araven

on the few mossy head-stones I noticed them, because, as they saw

us, they passed round to the back of the church; and I doubted not

they were going to enter by the side-aisle door and witness the

ceremony By Mr Rochester they were not observed; he was earnestly

looking at my face from which the blood had, I daresay, momentarily

fled: for I felt my forehead dewy, and my cheeks and lips cold