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Renewing then my courage； and gathering my feeble remains of strength； I pushed on。 I reached the house； and knocked at the kitchen…door。 An old woman opened： I asked was this the parsonage？
“Yes。”
“Was the clergyman in？”
“No。”
“Would he be in soon？”
“No； he was gone from home。”
“To a distance？”
“Not so far—happen three mile。 He had been called away by the sudden death of his father： he was at Marsh End now； and would very likely stay there a fortnight longer。”
“Was there any lady of the house？”
“Nay； there was naught but her； and she was housekeeper；” and of her； reader； I could not bear to ask the relief for want of which I was sinking； I could not yet beg； and again I crawled away。
Once more I took off my handkerchief—once more I thought of the cakes of bread in the little shop。 Oh； for but a crust！ for but one mouthful to allay the pang of famine！ Instinctively I turned my face again to the village； I found the shop again； and I went in； and though others were there besides the woman I ventured the request—“Would she give me a roll for this handkerchief？”
She looked at me with evident suspicion： “Nay； she never sold stuff i’ that way。”
Almost desperate； I asked for half a cake； she again refused。 “How could she tell where I had got the handkerchief？” she said。
“Would she take my gloves？”
“No！ what could she do with them？”
Reader； it is not pleasant to dwell on these details。 Some say there is enjoyment in looking back to painful experience past； but at this day I can scarcely bear to review the times to which I allude： the moral degradation； blent with the physical suffering； form too distressing a recollection ever to be willingly dwelt on。 I blamed none of those who repulsed me。 I felt it was what was to be expected； and what could not be helped： an ordinary beggar is frequently an object of suspicion； a well…dressed beggar inevitably so。 To be sure； what I begged was employment； but whose business was it to provide me with employment？ Not； certainly； that of persons who saw me then for the first time； and who knew nothing about my character。 And as to the woman who would not take my handkerchief in exchange for her bread； why； she was right； if the offer appeared to her sinister or the exchange unprofitable。 Let me condense now。 I am sick of the subject。
A little before dark I passed a farm…house； at the open door of which the farmer was sitting； eating his supper of bread and cheese。 I stopped and said—
“Will you give me a piece of bread？ for I am very hungry。” He cast on me a glance of surprise； but without answering； he cut a thick slice from his loaf； and gave it to me。 I imagine he did not think I was a beggar； but only an eccentric sort of lady； who had taken a fancy to his brown loaf。 As soon as I was out of sight of his house； I sat down and ate it。
I could not hope to get a lodging under a roof； and sought it in the wood I have before alluded to。 But my night was wretched； my rest broken： the ground was damp； the air cold： besides； intruders passed near me more than once； and I had again and again to change my quarters； no sense of safety or tranquillity befriended me。 Towards morning it rained； the whole of the following day was wet。 Do not ask me； reader； to give a minute account of that day； as before； I sought work； as before； I was repulsed； as before； I starved； but once did food pass my lips。 At the door of a cottage I saw a little girl about to throw a mess of cold porridge into a pig trough。 “Will you give me that？” I asked。
She stared at me。 “Mother！” she exclaimed； “there is a woman wants me to give her these porridge。”
“Well lass；” replied a voice within； “give it her if she’s a beggar。 T pig doesn’t want it。”
The girl emptied the stiffened mould into my hand； and I devoured it ravenously。
As the wet twilight deepened； I stopped in a solitary bridle…path； which I had been pursuing an hour or more。
“My strength is quite failing me；” I said in a soliloquy。 “I feel I cannot go much farther。 Shall I be an outcast again this night？ While the rain descends so； must I lay my head on the cold； drenched ground？ I fear I cannot do otherwise： for who will receive me？ But it will be very dreadful； with this feeling of hunger； faintness； chill； and this sense of desolation—this total prostration of hope。 In all likelihood； though； I should die before morning。 And why cannot I reconcile myself to the prospect of death？ Why do I struggle to retain a valueless life？ Because I know； or believe； Mr。 Rochester is living： and then； to die of want and cold is a fate to which nature cannot submit passively。 Oh； Providence！ sustain me a little longer！ Aid！—direct me！”
My glazed eye wandered over the dim and misty landscape。 I saw I had strayed far from the village： it was quite out of sight。 The very cultivation surrounding it had disappeared。 I had； by cross… ways and by…paths； once more drawn near the tract of moorland； and now； only a few fields； almost as wild and unproductive as the heath from which they were scarcely reclaimed； lay between me and the dusky hill。
“Well； I would rather die yonder than in a street or on a frequented road；” I reflected。 “And far better that crows and ravens—if any ravens there be in these regions—should pick my flesh from my bones； than that they should be prisoned in a workhouse coffin and moulder in a pauper’s grave。”
To the hill； then； I turned。 I reached it。 It remained now only to find a hollow where I could lie down； and feel at least hidden； if not secure。 But all the surface of the waste looked level。 It showed no variation but of tint： green； where rush and moss overgrew the marshes； black； where the dry soil bore only heath。 Dark as it was getting； I could still see these changes； though but as mere alternations of light and shade； for colour had faded with the daylight。
My eye still roved over the sullen swell and along the moor…edge； vanishing amidst the wildest scenery； when at one dim point； far in among the marshes and the ridges； a light sprang up。 “That is an ignis fatuus；” was my first thought； and I expected it would soon vanish。 It burnt on； however； quite steadily； neither reced