Quotation from: Jane Eyre

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


Oh! I could not forget his look and his paleness when he whispered:
"Jane, I have got a blow -- I have got a blow, Jane." I could not
forget how the arm had trembled which he rested on my shoulder:
and it was no light matter which could thus bow the resolute spirit
and thrill the vigorous frame of Fairfax Rochester.


"When will he come? When will he come?" I cried inwardly, as
the night lingered and lingered -- as my bleeding patient drooped,
moaned, sickened: and neither day nor aid arrived. I had, again
and again, held the water to Mason's white lips; again and again
offered him the stimulating salts: my efforts seemed ineffectual:
either bodily or mental suffering, or loss of blood, or all three
combined, were fast prostrating his strength. He moaned so, and
looked so weak, wild, and lost, I feared he was dying; and I might
not even speak to him.

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