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As for me, I daily wished more to please him; but to do so, I felt

daily more and more that I must disown half my nature, stifle half

inal bent, force myself

to the adoption of pursuits for which I had no natural vocation He

wanted to train me to an elevation I could never reach; it rackedwas as

iular features to his correct and

classic pattern, to give to reen eyes the sea-blue

tint and solemn lustre of his own

Not his ascendancy alone, however, held h forevil

sat at my heart and drained my happiness at its source--the evil of

suspense

Perhaps you think I had forgotten Mr Rochester, reader, aes of place and fortune Not for a moment His idea was

still with me, because it was not a vapour sunshine could disperse,

nor a sand-traced effigy storraven on a tablet, fated to last as long as theto knohat had become of him followed e every

evening to think of that; and now at Moor House, I sought ht to brood over it

In the course of s about

the will, I had inquired if he knew anything of Mr Rochester's