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As he said this, he released me from his clutch, and only looked at

me The look was far worse to resist than the frantic strain: only

an idiot, however, would have succumbed now I had dared and

baffled his fury; I , Jane?"

"I a me?"

"Yes"

"You will not come? You will not be my comforter, my rescuer? My

deep love,to you?"

What unutterable pathos was in his voice! How hard it was to

reiterate fir"

"Jane!"

"Mr Rochester!"

"Withdraw, then,--I consent; but reuish Go up to your own roolance on s--think of me"

He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa "Oh,

Jane! uish froained the door; but, reader, I walked back--walked

back as determinedly as I had retreated I knelt down by him; I

turned his face from the cushion to me; I kissed his cheek; I