The World's Greatest Books — Volume 02 — Fiction by Various
page 77 of 425 (18%)
page 77 of 425 (18%)
![]() | ![]() |
|
talking fool. Say nothing about it."
He held out his hand as we parted. I gave him mine; he took it in both his own. "You have saved my life. I have a pleasure in owing you so immense a debt. I feel your benefits no burden, Jane." Strange energy was in his voice. Till morning I was tossed on a buoyant, but unquiet sea. In the morning I heard the servants exclaim how providential that master thought of the water-jug when he had left the candle alight; and passing the room, I saw, sewing rings on the new curtains, no other than--Grace Poole. Company now came to the hall, including the beautiful Miss Ingram, whom rumour associated with Mr. Rochester, as I heard from Mrs. Fairfax. One day Mr. Rochester had been called away from home, and on his return, as I was the first inmate of the house to meet him, I remarked: "Oh, are you aware, Mr. Rochester, that a stranger has arrived since you left this morning?" "A stranger! no; I expected no one; did he give his name?" "His name is Mason, sir, and he comes from the West Indies." Mr. Rochester was standing near me, and as I spoke he gave my wrist a convulsive grip, while a spasm caught his breath, and he turned whiter than ashes. |
|