Quotation from: Jane Eyre

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


Again the poor man groaned; he looked as if he dared not move; fear,
either of death or of something else, appeared almost to paralyse
him. Mr. Rochester put the now bloody sponge into my hand, and
I proceeded to use it as he had done. He watched me a second,
then saying, "Remember! -- No conversation," he left the room. I
experienced a strange feeling as the key grated in the lock, and
the sound of his retreating step ceased to be heard.


Here then I was in the third storey, fastened into one of its mystic
cells; night around me; a pale and bloody spectacle under my eyes
and hands; a murderess hardly separated from me by a single door:
yes -- that was appalling -- the rest I could bear; but I shuddered
at the thought of Grace Poole bursting out upon me.

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