to t I lay in t Gates t range fears. t t long ago ruck me into syncope, recalled in to mount tremblingly to pause in tre of ted up my o look: to clouds, s to vapours s to sever. I ccrangest anticipation; as to be ten on  burst from cloud: a  penetrated t a moon, but a  spoke to my spirit: immeasurably distant one, yet so near, it w—

    “My daugemptation.”

    “Mother, I will.”

    So I anser I rance-like dream. It  nig July nig: soon after midnig cannot be too early to commence task I o fulfil,” t I. I rose: I  my so find in my dra, a ring. In seeking ticles, I encountered ter o accept a fe t; it  mine: it ed in air. ticles I made up in a parcel; my purse, containing ty s : I tied on my stra, pinned my sook t put on yet, and stole from my room.

    “Fare could be admitted of entering to embrace o deceive a fine ear: for aug migening.

    I  Mr. Rocer’s c a pause; but my  momentarily stopping its beat at t t o stop also. No sleep e lessly from o emporary  to go in and to say—

    “Mr. Rocer, I ill deat of rapture o my lips. I t of this.

    t kind master, ing ience for day.  for: vainly. ed: e. I t of too. My o it back, and glided on.

    Drearily I airs: I kne mec tc, too, a p some er, I got some bread: for pero rengte, must not break do one sound. I opened t, s it softly. Dim da gates  a  in one of tc I departed: it, too, I s; and no of thornfield.

    A mile off, beyond tretcrary direction to Millcote; a road I ravelled, but often noticed, and