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<strong>Jane</strong> <strong>Eyre</strong><br />

CHAPTER XX<br />

it could repeat the effort.<br />

It came out of the third storey; for it passed overhead. And<br />

I HAD FORGOTTEN to draw my curtain, which I usually did, overhead—yes, in the room just above my chamber-ceiling—<br />

and also to let down my window-blind. The consequence I now heard a struggle: a deadly one it seemed from the noise;<br />

was, that when the moon, which was full and bright (for the and a half-smothered voice shouted -<br />

night was fine), came in her course to that space in the sky “Help! help! help!” three times rapidly.<br />

opposite my casement, and looked in at me through the unveiled<br />

panes, her glorious gaze roused me. Awaking in the ing and stamping went on wildly, I distinguished through<br />

“Will no one come?” it cried; and then, while the stagger-<br />

dead of night, I opened my eyes on her disk—silver-white plank and plaster:—<br />

and crystal clear. It was beautiful, but too solemn; I half rose, “Rochester! Rochester! for God’s sake, come!”<br />

and stretched my arm to draw the curtain.<br />

A chamber-door opened: some one ran, or rushed, along<br />

Good God! What a cry!<br />

the gallery. Another step stamped on the flooring above and<br />

The night—its silence—its rest, was rent in twain by a savage,<br />

a sharp, a shrilly sound that ran from end to end of I had put on some clothes, though horror shook all my<br />

something fell; and there was silence.<br />

Thornfield Hall.<br />

limbs; I issued from my apartment. The sleepers were all<br />

My pulse stopped: my heart stood still; my stretched arm aroused: ejaculations, terrified murmurs sounded in every<br />

was paralysed. The cry died, and was not renewed. Indeed, room; door after door unclosed; one looked out and another<br />

whatever being uttered that fearful shriek could not soon repeat<br />

it: not the widest-winged condor on the Andes could, quitted their beds; and “Oh! what is it?”— “Who is hurt?”—<br />

looked out; the gallery filled. Gentlemen and ladies alike had<br />

twice in succession, send out such a yell from the cloud shrouding<br />

his eyrie. The thing delivering such utterance must rest ere there robbers?”— “Where shall we run?” was demanded<br />

“What has happened?”— “Fetch a light!”— “Is it fire?”— “Are<br />

con-<br />

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