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doubtless； in producing that restless； excited mood which hurried me forth at this late hour into the darkening grounds： but a third cause influenced my mind more than they。
I had at heart a strange and anxious thought。 Something had happened which I could not prehend； no one knew of or had seen the event but myself： it had taken place the preceding night。 Mr。 Rochester that night was absent from home； nor was he yet returned： business had called him to a small estate of two or three farms he possessed thirty miles off—business it was requisite he should settle in person； previous to his meditated departure from England。 I waited now his return； eager to disburthen my mind； and to seek of him the solution of the enigma that perplexed me。 Stay till he es； reader； and； when I disclose my secret to him； you shall share the confidence。
I sought the orchard； driven to its shelter by the wind； which all day had blown strong and full from the south； without； however； bringing a speck of rain。 Instead of subsiding as night drew on； it seemed to augment its rush and deepen its roar： the trees blew steadfastly one way； never writhing round； and scarcely tossing back their boughs once in an hour； so continuous was the strain bending their branchy heads northward—the clouds drifted from pole to pole； fast following； mass on mass： no glimpse of blue sky had been visible that July day。
It was not without a certain wild pleasure I ran before the wind； delivering my trouble of mind to the measureless air…torrent thundering through space。 Descending the laurel walk； I faced the wreck of the chestnut…tree； it stood up black and riven： the trunk； split down the centre； gasped ghastly。 The cloven halves were not broken from each other； for the firm base and strong roots kept them unsundered below； though munity of vitality was destroyed—the sap could flow no more： their great boughs on each side were dead； and next winter’s tempests would be sure to fell one or both to earth： as yet； however； they might be said to form one tree—a ruin； but an entire ruin。
“You did right to hold fast to each other；” I said： as if the monster…splinters were living things； and could hear me。 “I think； scathed as you look； and charred and scorched； there must be a little sense of life in you yet； rising out of that adhesion at the faithful； honest roots： you will never have green leaves more— never more see birds making nests and singing idyls in your boughs； the time of pleasure and love is over with you： but you are not desolate： each of you has a rade to sympathise with him in his decay。” As I looked up at them； the moon appeared momentarily in that part of the sky which filled their fissure； her disk was blood… red and half overcast； she seemed to throw on me one bewildered； dreary glance； and buried herself again instantly in the deep drift of cloud。 The wind fell； for a second； round Thornfield； but far away over wood and water； poured a wild； melancholy wail： it was sad to listen to； and I ran off again。
Here and there I strayed through the orchard； gathered up the apples with which the grass round the tree roots was thickly strewn； then I employed myself in dividing the ripe from the unripe； I carried them into the house and put them away in the store…room。 Then I repaired to the library to ascertain whether the fire was lit； for； though summer； I knew on such a gloomy evening Mr。 Rochester would like to see a cheerful hearth when he came in： yes； the fire had been kindled some time； and burnt well。 I placed his arm…chair by the chimney…corner： I wheeled the table near it： I let down the curtain； and had the candles brought in ready for lighting。 More restless than ever； when I had pleted these arrangements I could not sit still； nor even remain in the house： a little time…piece in the room and the old clock in the hall simultaneously struck ten。
“How late it grows！” I said。 “I will run down to the gates： it is moonlight at intervals； I can see a good way on the road。 He may be ing now； and to meet him will save some minutes of suspense。”
The wind roared high in the great trees which embowered the gates； but the road as far as I could see； to the right hand and the left； was all still and solitary： save for the shadows of clouds crossing it at intervals as the moon looked out； it was but a long pale line； unvaried by one moving speck。
A puerile tear dimmed my eye while I looked—a tear of disappointment and impatience； ashamed of it； I wiped it away。 I lingered； the moon shut herself wholly within her chamber； and drew close her curtain of dense cloud： the night grew dark； rain came driving fast on the gale。
“I wish he would e！ I wish he would e！” I exclaimed； seized with hypochondriac foreboding。 I had expected his arrival before tea； now it was dark： what could keep him？ Had an accident happened？ The event of last night again recurred to me。 I interpreted it as a warning of disaster。 I feared my hopes were too bright to be realised； and I had enjoyed so much bliss lately that I imagined my fortune had passed its meridian； and must now decline。
“Well； I cannot return to the house；” I thought； “I cannot sit by the fireside； while he is abroad in inclement weather： better tire my limbs than strain my heart； I will go forward and meet him。”
I set out； I walked fast； but not far： ere I had measured a quarter of a mile； I heard the tramp of hoofs； a horseman came on； full gallop； a dog ran by his side。 Away with evil presentiment！ It was he： here he was； mounted on Mesrour； followed by Pilot。 He saw me； for the moon had opened a blue field in the sky； and rode in it watery bright： he took his hat off； and waved it round his head。 I now ran to meet him。
“There！” he exclaimed； as he stretched out his hand and bent from the saddle： “You can’t do without me； that is evident。 Step on my boot…toe； give me both hands： mount！”
I obeyed： joy made me agile： I sprang up before him。 A hearty kissing I got for a wele； and some boastful triumph； which I swallowed as well as I could。 He checked himself in his exultation to demand； “But is there anything the matter； Ja； that you e to meet me at such an hour？ Is there anything wrong？”
“No