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This done； he moved with slow step and abstracted air towards a door in the wall bordering the orchard。 I； supposing he had done with me； prepared to return to the house； again； however； I heard him call “Jane！” He had opened feel portal and stood at it； waiting for me。
“e where there is some freshness； for a few moments；” he said； “that house is a mere dungeon： don’t you feel it so？”
“It seems to me a splendid mansion； sir。”
“The glamour of inexperience is over your eyes；” he answered； “and you see it through a charmed medium： you cannot discern that the gilding is slime and the silk draperies cobwebs； that the marble is sordid slate； and the polished woods mere refuse chips and scaly bark。 Now here” （he pointed to the leafy enclosure we had entered） “all is real； sweet； and pure。”
He strayed down a walk edged with box； with apple trees； pear trees； and cherry trees on one side； and a border on the other full of all sorts of old…fashioned flowers； stocks； sweet…williams； primroses； pansies； mingled with southernwood； sweet…briar； and various fragrant herbs。 They were fresh now as a succession of April showers and gleams； followed by a lovely spring morning； could make them： the sun was just entering the dappled east； and his light illumined the wreathed and dewy orchard trees and shone do。
“Jane； will you have a flower？”
He gathered a half…blown rose； the first on the bush； and offered it to me。
“Thank you； sir。”
“Do you like this sunrise； Jane？ That sky with its high and light clouds which are sure to melt away as the day waxes warm—this placid and balmly atmosphere？”
“I do； very much。”
“You have passed a strange night； Jane。”
“Yes； sir。”
“And it has made you look pale—were you afraid when I left you alone with Mason？”
“I was afraid of some one ing out of the inner room。”
“But I had fastened the door—I had the key in my pocket： I should have been a careless shepherd if I had left a lamb—my pet lamb—so near a wolf’s den； unguarded： you were safe。”
“Will Grace Poole live here still； sir？”
“Oh yes！ don’t trouble your head about her—put the thing out of your thoughts。”
“Yet it seems to me your life is hardly secure while she stays。”
“Never fear—I will take care of myself。”
“Is the danger you apprehended last night gone by now； sir？”
“I cannot vouch for that till Mason is out of England： nor even then。 To live； for me； Jane； is to stand on a crater…crust which may crack and spue fire any day。”
“But Mr。 Mason seems a man easily led。 Your influence； sir； is evidently potent with him： he will never set you at defiance or wilfully injure you。”
“Oh； no！ Mason will not defy me； nor； knowing it； will he hurt me— but； unintentionally； he might in a moment； by one careless word； deprive me； if not of life； yet for ever of happiness。”
“Tell him to be cautious； sir： let him know what you fear； and show him how to avert the danger。”
He laughed sardonically； hastily took my hand； and as hastily threw it from him。
“If I could do that； simpleton； where would the danger be？ Annihilated in a moment。 Ever since I have known Mason； I have only had to say to him ‘Do that；’ and the thing has been done。 But I cannot give him orders in this case： I cannot say ‘Beware of harming me； Richard；’ for it is imperative that I should keep him ignorant that harm to me is possible。 Now you look puzzled； and I will puzzle you further。 You are my little friend； are you not？”
“I like to serve you； sir； and to obey you in all that is right。”
“Precisely： I see you do。 I see genuine contentment in your gait and mien； your eye and face； when you are helping me and pleasing me—working for me； and with me； in； as you characteristically say； ‘all that is right：’ for if I bid you do what you thought wrong； there would be no light…footed running； no neat…handed alacrity； no lively glance and animated plexion。 My friend would then turn to me； quiet and pale； and would say； ‘No； sir； that is impossible： I cannot do it； because it is wrong；’ and would bee immutable as a fixed star。 Well； you too have power over me； and may injure me： yet I dare not show you where I am vulnerable； lest； faithful and friendly as you are； you should transfix me at once。”
“If you have no more to fear from Mr。 Mason than you have from me； sir； you are very safe。”
“God grant it may be so！ Here； Jane； is an arbour； sit down。”
The arbour was an arch in the wall； lined with ivy； it contained a rustic seat。 Mr。 Rochester took it； leaving room； however； for me： but I stood before him。
“Sit；” he said； “the bench is long enough for two。 You don’t hesitate to take a place at my side； do you？ Is that wrong； Jane？”
I answered him by assuming it： to refuse would； I felt； have been unwise。
“Now； my little friend； while the sun drinks the dew—while all the flowers in this old garden awake and expand； and the birds fetch their young ones’ breakfast out of the Thornfield； and the early bees do their first spell of work—I’ll put a case to you； which you must endeavour to suppose your own： but first； look at me； and tell me you are at ease； and not fearing that I err in detaining you； or that you err in staying。”
“No； sir； I am content。”
“Well then； Jane； call to aid your fancy：… suppose you were no longer a girl well reared and disciplined； but a wild boy indulged from childhood upwards； imagine yourself in a remote foreign land； conceive that you there mit a capital error； no matter of what nature or from what motives； but one ust follow you through life and taint all your existence。 Mind； I don’t say a crime； I am not speaking of shedding of blood or any other guilty act； which might make the perpetrator amenable to the law： my word is error。 The results of what you have done bee in time to you utterly insupportable； you take measures to obtain relief： unusual measures； but neither unlawful nor culpable。 Still you are miserable； for hope has quitted you on the very confines of life： your sun at noon darkens in an eclipse； which you feel will not leave it till the time of setting。 Bitter and base associations have bee the sole food of your memory： you wander here and there； seeking rest