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In the Garden 
In June, the weather was hot. One evening, I walked into the 
garden, Mr. Rochester was there too. 
'Do you like this house, Jane?
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he asked. 
'Yes, sir,' I replied. 
'Soon, Adele will go to live at a school, Jane,' he said. 'Then, I 
will not want a governess here. Will you be sad then, Jane? Will 
you leave Thornfield Hall?' 
'Leave?' I said quickly. 'Must I leave Thornfield?' 
'My dear —' Mr. Rochester stopped. He was silent for a 
moment. Then he said, 'I am going to be married soon.' 
'Oh, sir,' I said. 'Then I must go far away. Far away from 
Thornfield. Far away from you, sir.' I started to cry. 
'I will always remember you, Jane,' Mr. Rochester said. 'Will 
you forget me?' 
'No, sir,' I replied. 'I will never forget you. I don't want to leave 
Thornfield, sir. 1 don't want to leave you.' 
'Don't leave, Jane,' Mr. Rochester said. 'Stay here.' He smiled at 
me. 
'I must not stay here, sir,' I said. 'You are going to marry Miss 
Ingram. I am poor. I do not have a pretty face. But I have a heart. 
It is a loving heart, sir!' 
'Jane - I am not going to marry Miss Ingram,' Mr. 

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Rochester said. 'She is rich. She is beautiful. You are poor. You 
are not beautiful. But I want to marry you! Will you marry me, 
Jane?' 
For a moment, I could not speak. 
At last, I asked, 'Do you love me, sir?' 
'I do,' he replied. 
'Then, sir, I will marry you,' I said. 
And Mr. Rochester kissed me. 

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'My dearest Jane,' he said. 'Nothing can stop our marriage now. 
We will be married in a month, Jane!' 
We kissed again. Then I said goodnight and I went into the 
house. I went upstairs to my room. 
Later, I remembered my Uncle John Eyre's letter. 
'I will write to him in Madeira,' I said to myself. 'I will tell him 
about my marriage to Mr. Rochester. I am very happy. My uncle 
will be happy too.' 

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Four weeks passed. Mr. Rochester was going to buy me many 
beautiful things. He was going to give me many presents. But I did 
not want these things. 
'No, Edward,' I said. 'I am not beautiful. I don't want beautiful 
things. I want you, Edward.' 
It was the month of July. Two days before our wedding-day, Mr. 
Rochester went away. 
'I will return tomorrow,' he said. 'I love you, Jane.' 
That night, I went to my bedroom early. My wedding dress and 
my wedding veil were in my room. I looked at them. 
'In two days, I will be Jane Rochester,' I said to myself. Then I 
went to bed. But I did not sleep well. 
The next day, Mr. Rochester returned. He looked at me 
carefully. 
'What is wrong, Jane?' he asked. 'Your face is pale. Are you 
frightened?' 
'I had a very strange dream last night,' I said. 'It was a dream 
about this house. But in my dream, Thornfield Hall had no roof. 
The walls were burnt. They were black. In my dream, I tried to 
find you. But you were not in the house.' 
'Are you afraid of a dream, Jane?' Mr. Rochester asked. 
'No, Edward,' I replied. 'But I woke up from my dream. There 
was a woman in my room. She was tall and heavy. She had long, 
black hair.' 
'The woman was holding a candle,' I said. 'She put 

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the candle by my mirror. She put my wedding veil over her head 
and she looked in the mirror. Then I saw her face!' 
'It was a strange, terrible face, Edward,' I said. 'Suddenly, the 
woman tore my veil into two pieces. She threw the pieces on the 
floor!' 
'What happened next?' Mr. Rochester asked. 
'The woman held her candle near my face,' I replied. 'She 
looked at me and she laughed. Then she went away.' 
'This happened in your dream, Jane,' Mr. Rochester said. 
'It did not happen in my dream, Edward,' I said. 'This morning, 
my wedding veil was on the floor of my room. It was torn. It was 
in two pieces!' 
'But the woman did not hurt you, Jane,' Mr. Rochester said. 
'Sleep in Adele's room tonight, my dear. You will have no more 
bad dreams.' 

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