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"Can there be life here?" I asked

Yes, life of some kind there was; for I heard a , and soe

It opened slowly: a figure caht and stood on

the step; a man without a hat: he stretched forth his hand as if to

feel whether it rained Dusk as it was, I had recognised him--it

was my master, Edward Fairfax Rochester, and no other

I stayed my step, almost my breath, and stood to watch him--to

examine him, myself unseen, and alas! to hi, and one in which rapture was kept well in check by

pain I had no difficulty in restraining my voice from exclamation,

and stalwart contour as ever: his

port was still erect, his heir was still raven black; nor were his

features altered or sunk: not in one year's space, by any sorrow,

could his athletic strength be quelled or his vigorous prie: that looked

desperate and brooding--that reed and

fettered wild beast or bird, dangerous to approach in his sullen

woe The caged eagle, whose gold-ringed eyes cruelty has