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"The devil is in it if you cannot answer distinctly I again

demand, what have you to say?"

"Sir--sir," interrupted the clergyet you are in a

sacred place" Then addressing Mason, he inquired gently, "Are you

aware, sir, whether or not this gentleed the lawyer,--"speak out"

"She is now living at Thornfield Hall," said Mason, in more

articulate tones: "I saw her there last April I am her brother"

"At Thornfield Hall!" ejaculated the clergyhbourhood, sir, and I never heard of a

Mrs Rochester at Thornfield Hall"

I saw a grim smile contort Mr Rochester's lips, and he muttered "No, by God! I took care that none should hear of it--or of her

under that name" He mused--for ten minutes he held counsel with

hih! all shall bolt out at once, like the bullet from the

barrel Wood, close your book and take off your surplice; John

Green (to the clerk), leave the church: there will be no wedding

to-day" The man obeyed

Mr Rochester continued, hardily and recklessly: "Bigaamist; but fate has out-

manoeuvred me, or Providence has checked me,--perhaps the last I

am little better than a devil at this moment; and, as my pastor

there would tell ments of God,

even to the quenchless fire and deathless worm Gentlemen, my plan

is broken up:- what this lawyer and his client say is true: I have