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Jane Eyre - Pennsylvania State University

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Charlotte Brontë<br />

my bonnet and shawl, I questioned Mary as to whether I This parlour looked gloomy: a neglected handful of fire<br />

could be accommodated at the Manor House for the night; burnt low in the grate; and, leaning over it, with his head<br />

and finding that arrangements to that effect, though diffi- supported against the high, old-fashioned mantelpiece, apcult,<br />

would not be impossible, I informed her I should stay. peared the blind tenant of the room. His old dog, Pilot, lay<br />

Just at this moment the parlour-bell rang.<br />

on one side, removed out of the way, and coiled up as if afraid<br />

“When you go in,” said I, “tell your master that a person of being inadvertently trodden upon. Pilot pricked up his<br />

wishes to speak to him, but do not give my name.” ears when I came in: then he jumped up with a yelp and a<br />

“I don’t think he will see you,” she answered; “he refuses whine, and bounded towards me: he almost knocked the tray<br />

everybody.”<br />

from my hands. I set it on the table; then patted him, and<br />

When she returned, I inquired what he had said. “You are said softly, “Lie down!” Mr. Rochester turned mechanically<br />

to send in your name and your business,” she replied. She to see what the commotion was: but as he saw nothing, he<br />

then proceeded to fill a glass with water, and place it on a tray, returned and sighed.<br />

together with candles.<br />

“Give me the water, Mary,” he said.<br />

“Is that what he rang for?” I asked.<br />

I approached him with the now only half-filled glass; Pilot<br />

“Yes: he always has candles brought in at dark, though he is followed me, still excited.<br />

blind.”<br />

“What is the matter?” he inquired.<br />

“Give the tray to me; I will carry it in.”<br />

“Down, Pilot!” I again said. He checked the water on its<br />

I took it from her hand: she pointed me out the parlour way to his lips, and seemed to listen: he drank, and put the<br />

door. The tray shook as I held it; the water spilt from the glass down. “This is you, Mary, is it not?”<br />

glass; my heart struck my ribs loud and fast. Mary opened “Mary is in the kitchen,” I answered.<br />

the door for me, and shut it behind me.<br />

He put out his hand with a quick gesture, but not seeing<br />

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