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that feeling which was my master's- which he had created; it
shivered in my heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle;
sickness and anguish had seized it; it could not seek Mr.
Rochester's arms- it could not derive warmth from his breast. Oh,
never more could it turn to him; for faith was blighted- confidence
destroyed! Mr. Rochester was not to me what he had been; for he was
not what I had thought him. I would not ascribe vice to him; I would
not say he had betrayed me; but the attribute of stainless truth was
gone from his idea, and from his presence I must go: that I
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perceived well. When- how- whither, I could not yet discern; but he
himself, I doubted not, would hurry me from Thornfield. Real
affection, it seemed, he could not have for me; it had been only
fitful passion: that was balked; he would want me no more. I should
fear even to cross his path now: my view must be hateful to him. Oh,
how blind had been my eyes! How weak my conduct!
My eyes were covered and closed: eddying darkness seemed to swim
round me, and reflection came in as black and confused a flow.
Self-abandoned, relaxed, and effortless, I seemed to have laid me down
in the dried-up bed of a great river; I heard a flood loosened in
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