ttempt to burn me in my bed; on t gly visit to you. I tc s  back vague reminiscences of  on o reflect.  my t ts black and scarlet visage over t of my dove, my blood curdles

    “And led her here? here did you go?”

    “ did I do, Jane? I transformed myself into a . I souginent, and  devious ts lands. My fixed desire o seek and find a good and intelligent  to t at thornfield—”

    “But you could not marry, sir.”

    “I ermined and  I could and oug  my original intention to deceive, as I  to tell my tale plainly, and make my proposals openly: and it appeared to me so absolutely rational t I so love and be loved, I never doubted some and my case and accept me, in spite of th which I was burdened.”

    “ell, sir?”

    “ive, Jane, you alless movement, as if ans enouged to read tablet of one’s . But before I go on, tell me  is a small p ime erminable talk: I don’t very well know why.”

    “I mean,— next?  came of suc?”

    “Precisely! and w do you wiso know now?”

    “o marry you; and w she said.”

    “I can tell you  o be recorded in te. For ten long years I roved about, living first in one capital, times in St. Petersburg; oftener in Paris; occasionally in Rome, Naples, and Florence. Provided y of money and t of an old name, I could cy: no circles  me. I soug Englisesses, Italian signoras, and German grafinnen. I could not find imes, for a fleeting moment, I t I caugone, beion of my dream: but I ly undeserved. You are not to suppose t I desired perfe