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How people feel when they are returning home from an absence； long or short； I did not know： I had never experienced the sensation。 I had known what it was to e back to Gateshead when a child after a long walk； to be scolded for looking cold or gloomy； and later； what it was to e back from church to Lowood； to long for a plenteous meal and a good fire； and to be unable to get either。 Neither of these returnings was very pleasant or desirable： no mag drew me to a given point； increasing in its strength of attraction the nearer I came。 The return to Thornfield was yet to be tried。
My journey seemed tedious—very tedious： fifty miles one day； a night spent at an inn； fifty miles the next day。 During the first twelve hours I thought of Mrs。 Reed in her last moments； I saw her disfigured and discoloured face； and heard her strangely altered voice。 I mused on the funeral day； the coffin； the hearse； the black train of tenants and servants—few was the number of relatives—the gaping vault； the silent church； the solemn service。 Then I thought of Eliza and Georgiana； I beheld one the cynosure of a ball…room； the other the inmate of a convent cell； and I dwelt on and analysed their separate peculiarities of person and character。 The evening arrival at the great town of—scattered these thoughts； night gave them quite another turn： laid down on my traveller’s bed； I left reminiscence for anticipation。
I was going back to Thornfield： but how long was I to stay there？ Not long； of that I was sure。 I had heard from Mrs。 Fairfax in the interim of my absence： the party at the hall was dispersed； Mr。 Rochester had left for London three weeks ago； but he was then expected to return in a fortnight。 Mrs。 Fairfax surmised that he was gone to make arrangements for his wedding； as he had talked of purchasing a new carriage： she said the idea of his marrying Miss Ingram still seemed strange to her； but from what everybody said； and from what she had herself seen； she could no longer doubt that the event would shortly take place。 “You would be strangely incredulous if you did doubt it；” was my mental ment。 “I don’t doubt it。”
The question followed； “Where was I to go？” I dreamt of Miss Ingram all the night： in a vivid morning dream I saw her closing the gates of Thornfield against me and pointing me out another road； and Mr。 Rochester looked on with his arms folded—smiling sardonically； as it seemed； at both her and me。
I had not notified to Mrs。 Fairfax the exact day of my return； for I did not wish either car or carriage to meet me at Millcote。 I proposed to yself； and very quietly； after leaving my box in the ostler’s care； did I slip away from the George Inn； about six o’clock of a June evening； and take the old road to Thornfield： a road which lay chiefly through fields； and was now little frequented。
It was not a bright or splendid summer evening； though fair and soft： the haymakers were at work all along the road； and the sky； though far from cloudless； was such as promised well for the future： its blue—where blue was visible—was mild and settled； and its cloud strata high and thin。 The west； too； was warm： no watery gleam chilled it—it seemed as if there was a fire lit； an altar burning behind its screen of marbled vapour； and out of apertures shone a golden redness。
I felt glad as the road shortened before me： so glad that I stopped once to ask myself what that joy meant： and to remind reason that it was not to my home I was going； or to a permanent resting…place； or to a place where fond friends looked out for me and waited my arrival。 “Mrs。 Fairfax will smile you a calm wele； to be sure；” said I； “and little Adèle will clap her hands and jump to see you： but you know very well you are thinking of another than they； and that he is not thinking of you。”
But what is so headstrong as youth？ What so blind as inexperience？ These affirmed that it was pleasure enough to have the privilege of again looking on Mr。 Rochester； whether he looked on me or not； and they added—“Hasten！ hasten！ be with him while you may： but a few more days or weeks； at most； and you are parted from him for ever！” And then I strangled a new…born agony—a deformed thing which I could not persuade myself to own and rear—and ran on。
They are making hay； too； in Thornfield meadows： or rather； the labourers are just quitting their work； and returning home with their rakes on their shoulders； now； at the hour I arrive。 I have but a field or two to traverse； and then I shall cross the road and reach the gates。 How full the hedges are of roses！ But I have no time to gather any； I want to be at the house。 I passed a tall briar； shooting leafy and flowery branches across the path； I see the narrow stile with stone steps； and I see—Mr。 Rochester sitting there； a book and a pencil in his hand； he is writing。
Well； he is not a ghost； yet every nerve I have is unstrung： for a moment I am beyond my own mastery。 What does it mean？ I did not think I should tremble in this way when I saw him； or lose my voice or the power of motion in his presence。 I will go back as soon as I can stir： I need not make an absolute fool of myself。 I know another way to the house。 It does not signify if I knew twenty ways； for he has seen me。
“Hillo！” he cries； and he puts up his book and his pencil。 “There you are！ e on； if you please。”
I suppose I do e on； though in what fashion I know not； being scarcely cognisant of my movements； and solicitous only to appear calm； and； above all； to control the working muscles of my face— which I feel rebel insolently against my will； and struggle to express what I had resolved to conceal。 But I have a veil—it is down： I may make shift yet to behave with decent posure。
“And this is Jane Eyre？ Are you ing from Millcote； and on foot？ Yes—just one of your tricks： not to send for a carriage； and e clattering over street and road like a mon mortal； but to steal into the vicinage of your home along with twilight； just as if you were a dream or a shade。 What the deuce have you done with yourself this last month？”
“I have been with my aunt； sir； who is dead。”
“A true Janian reply！ Good angels be my guard！ She es from the other wo