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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Mr. Rochester’s Story
Sometime in the afternoon I woke up from a long sleep. I felt weak when I stood up, because I had not eaten anything all day. When I opened my bedroom door, I saw Mr. Rochester. He was sitting in a chair outside my door. He looked at me with the face of an unhappy man.
“I’ve been waiting for you all this time, Jane,” he said quietly. “I’ve been listening. I haven’t heard you shout or scream or cry, not once. Aren’t you angry with me? But I never meant to hurt you. Can you ever forgive me?”
I knew he was telling me the truth. In my heart, I forgave him immediately.
“Shout at me, Jane! Tell me how terrible I am!” he said.
“Sir, I can’t right now. I am tired and weak. I need some water.”
He took me in his arms and carried me to the library. He put me in front of the fire and gave me some water and a glass of wine. Slowly, my body began to feel better. Mr. Rochester bent to kiss me, but I turned my face away.
“What!” he cried. “You won’t kiss me! It’s because I’m married, isn’t it!”
“Yes, sir.”
“I know you very well, Jane. I know how firm and strong you are when you’ve decided to do something. You’re planning to destroy my chances of happiness with you. You will treat me like a stranger. You will tell yourself, ’That man lied to me, and tried to marry me when he couldn’t. I must be cold to him,’ and you will be1”
“It’s true, sir,” I said, trying to stop myself from crying. “Everything around me has changed, and so I must change too. Adele must have a new teacher.”
“Oh, Adele will go to boarding school. I’ve already decided that. And you and I will both leave this house, this stone hell, this house of living death! We can never be happy here, under the same roof as Bertha Mason, Oh, how I hate her!”
“Sir!,” I cried. “Don’t hate her! You can’t! It’s not her fault she is mad!”
“Jane, my darling, it’s not because she’s mad that I hate her! If you were mad, I wouldn’t hate you. I’d take care of you lovingly. But why talk of this? We are ready to travel. Tomorrow we’ll leave. I know a place where nobody will find us or talk about us---“
“And take Adele with you, sir. She will be your companion.” I interrupted. I was shaking all over, but I knew h had to tell him soon.
“Adele? What are you saying, Jane? Adele is going to school. I don’t want her. I want you with me. Do you understand?”
I did, but I slowly shook my head. He was becoming angry, and was staring fiercely at me. He looked as though he was about to lose control. I was not afraid, because I knew I could calm him. I took his had in mine and said,
“Sit down, sir, I’ll talk or listen to you as long as you like.” All this time, I had been trying not to cry, but now I did. It was a great relief.
“Don’t dry, Jane. I can’t stand it. Please be cal.” He cried.
“How can I be calm, when you’re so angry?
“I’m not angry, but I love you so much, and your pale little face looked so stern and decided.” He tried to put his a

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Mr. Rochester’s Story

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN Mr. Rochester’s Story

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