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To agitate him thus deeply, by a resistance he so abhorred, was cruel: to yield was out of the question.

I did what human beings do instinctively when they are driven to utter extremity-looked for aid to one higher than man: the words "God help me!" burst involuntarily from my lips.

"I am a fool!" cried Mr. Rochester suddenly.

"I keep telling her I am not married, and do not explain to her why.

I forget she knows nothing of the character of that woman, or of the circumstances attending my infernal union with her.

Oh, I am certain Jane will agree with me in opinion, when she knows all that I know! Just put your hand in mine, Janet-that I may have the evidence of touch as well as sight, to prove you are near me-and I will in a few words show you the real state of the case.

Can you listen to me?"

"Yes, sir; for hours if you will."

"I ask only minutes. Jane, did you ever hear or know that I was not the eldest son of my house: that I had once a brother older than I?"

"I remember Mrs. Fairfax told me so once."

"And did you ever hear that my father was an avaricious, grasping man?"

"I have understood something to that effect."

"Well, Jane, being so, it was his resolution to keep the property together; he could not bear the idea of dividing his estate and leaving me a fair portion: all, he resolved, should go to my brother, Rowland.

Yet as little could he endure that a son of his should be a poor man.

I must be provided for by a wealthy marriage.

He sought me a partner betimes.

Mr. Mason, a West India planter and merchant, was his old acquaintance.

He was certain his possessions were real and vast: he made inquiries.

Mr. Mason, he found, had a son and daughter; and he learned from him that he could and would give the latter a fortune of thirty thousand pounds: that sufficed.

When I left college, I was sent out to Jamaica, to espouse a bride already courted for me.

My father said nothing about her money; but he told me Miss Mason was the boast of Spanish Town for her beauty: and this was no lie.

I found her a fine woman, in the style of Blanche Ingram: tall, dark, and majestic.

Her family wished to secure me because I was of a good race; and so did she.

They showed her to me in parties, splendidly dressed.

I seldom saw her alone, and had very little private conversation with her.

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