Not, however, to go to bed: on the contrary, I began and dressed myself carefully.
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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.
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I dressed, then, to be ready for emergencies.
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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.
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It seemed to me that some event must follow the strange cry, struggle, and call.
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No: stillness returned: each murmur and movement ceased gradually, and in about an hour Thornfield Hall was again as hushed as a desert.
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It seemed that sleep and night had resumed their empire.
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Meantime the moon declined: she was about to set.
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Not liking to sit in the cold and darkness, I thought I would lie down on my bed, dressed as I was.
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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.
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"Am I wanted?" I asked.
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"Are you up?" asked the voice I expected to hear, viz., my master's.
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"And dressed?"
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"Come out, then, quietly."
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I obeyed. Mr. Rochester stood in the gallery holding a light.
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"I want you," he said: "come this way: take your time, and make no noise."
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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.
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"Have you a sponge in your room?" he asked in a whisper.
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"Have you any salts-volatile salts?"
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"Go back and fetch both."
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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.
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