I retired as directed.
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"Was anybody stirring below when you went down, Jane?" inquired Mr. Rochester presently.
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"No, sir; all was very still."
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"We shall get you off cannily, Dick: and it will be better, both for your sake, and for that of the poor creature in yonder.
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I have striven long to avoid exposure, and I should not like it to come at last.
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Here, Carter, help him on with his waist-coat.
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Where did you leave your furred cloak? You can't travel a mile without that, I know, in this damned cold climate.
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In your room?-Jane, run down to Mr. Mason's room,-the one next mine,-and fetch a cloak you will see there."
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Again I ran, and again returned, bearing an immense mantle lined and edged with fur.
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"Now, I've another errand for you," said my untiring master; "you must away to my room again.
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What a mercy you are shod with velvet, Jane!-a clod-hopping messenger would never do at this juncture.
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You must open the middle drawer of my toilet-table and take out a little phial and a little glass you will find there,-quick!"
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I flew thither and back, bringing the desired vessels.
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"That's well! Now, doctor, I shall take the liberty of administering a dose myself, on my own responsibility.
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I got this cordial at Rome, of an Italian charlatan-a fellow you would have kicked, Carter.
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It is not a thing to be used indiscriminately, but it is good upon occasion: as now, for instance.
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Jane, a little water."
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He held out the tiny glass, and I half filled it from the water-bottle on the washstand.
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"That will do;-now wet the lip of the phial."
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I did so; he measured twelve drops of a crimson liquid, and presented it to Mason.
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"Drink, Richard: it will give you the heart you lack, for an hour or so."
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"But will it hurt me?-is it inflammatory?"
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"Drink! drink! drink!"
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Mr. Mason obeyed, because it was evidently useless to resist. He was dressed now: he still looked pale, but he was no longer gory and sullied. Mr. Rochester let him sit three minutes after he had swallowed the liquid; he then took his arm-
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"Now I am sure you can get on your feet," he said-"try."
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