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Not, however, to go to bed: on the contrary, I began and dressed myself carefully. Voice Reading
The sounds I had heard after the scream, and the words that had been uttered, had probably been heard only by me; for they had proceeded from the room above mine: but they assured me that it was not a servant's dream which had thus struck horror through the house; and that the explanation Mr. Rochester had given was merely an invention framed to pacify his guests. Voice Reading
I dressed, then, to be ready for emergencies. Voice Reading
When dressed, I sat a long time by the window looking out over the silent grounds and silvered fields and waiting for I knew not what. Voice Reading
It seemed to me that some event must follow the strange cry, struggle, and call. Voice Reading
No: stillness returned: each murmur and movement ceased gradually, and in about an hour Thornfield Hall was again as hushed as a desert. Voice Reading
It seemed that sleep and night had resumed their empire. Voice Reading
Meantime the moon declined: she was about to set. Voice Reading
Not liking to sit in the cold and darkness, I thought I would lie down on my bed, dressed as I was. Voice Reading
I left the window, and moved with little noise across the carpet; as I stooped to take off my shoes, a cautious hand tapped low at the door. Voice Reading
"Am I wanted?" I asked. Voice Reading
"Are you up?" asked the voice I expected to hear, viz., my master's. Voice Reading
"Yes, sir." Voice Reading
"And dressed?" Voice Reading
"Come out, then, quietly." Voice Reading
I obeyed. Mr. Rochester stood in the gallery holding a light. Voice Reading
"I want you," he said: "come this way: take your time, and make no noise." Voice Reading
My slippers were thin: I could walk the matted floor as softly as a cat. He glided up the gallery and up the stairs, and stopped in the dark, low corridor of the fateful third storey: I had followed and stood at his side. Voice Reading
"Have you a sponge in your room?" he asked in a whisper. Voice Reading
"Yes, sir." Voice Reading
"Have you any salts-volatile salts?" Voice Reading
"Go back and fetch both." Voice Reading
I returned, sought the sponge on the washstand, the salts in my drawer, and once more retraced my steps. He still waited; he held a key in his hand: approaching one of the small, black doors, he put it in the lock; he paused, and addressed me again. Voice Reading

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