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Two days later, I got out of a coach. I was standing on the road 
near Thornfield Hall. I ran across the fields. Was Mr. Rochester at 
Thornfield? Was he ill? 
And then I saw the house. The house had no roof. Its walls 
were burnt and black. Nobody was living there. 

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I looked at the burnt, black house. I had seen this before. I had 
seen it in a dream! I was frightened. Where was Edward 
Rochester? 
I went to the village of Hay. I asked about Thornfield Hall. I 
asked about Mr. Rochester. 
'Three months ago, there was a fire at Thornfield Hall,' a man 
told me. 'The madwoman burnt the house. She was Mr. 
Rochester's wife.' 
'Was Mr. Rochester in the house?' I asked. 
'Yes, he was there,' the man replied. 'He tried to save his wife's 
life. He went into the burning house. But the madwoman jumped 
from the roof. She died.' 
'Was Mr. Rochester hurt?' I asked quickly. 
'Yes, he was badly hurt,' the man said. 'He is blind -he can't 
see. And he has only one hand.' 
'Where is he?' 1 asked. 'Where is he?' 
'He is living at Ferndean. It is an old house, about thirty miles 
away,' the man said. 
'Do you have a carriage? 1 asked. '1 must go to Ferndean 
immediately.' 
I got out of the carriage near Ferndean. I walked to the house. 1 
knocked on the door. A servant opened it. I knew her. 
'Oh, Miss Eyre! You have come,' she said. 'Mr. Rochester has 
been calling your name.' 
A bell rang in another room. 
'That is Mr. Rochester's bell,' the woman said. 'He wants some 
candles.' 

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There were two candles on a table near the door. The woman 
lit them and she picked them up. 
'Mr. Rochester is blind, but he always burns candles in his 
room in the evenings,' she said. 
'Give the candles to me.' I said. 'I'll take them to him.' 
I opened the door of Mr. Rochester's room. His black-and-
white dog was sitting by the fire. The dog jumped up and ran 
towards me. 
'Who is there?' Mr. Rochester said. 
'Don't you know me, Edward?' I asked. 'Your dog knows me.' 
I put the candles on a table. I held Mr. Rochester's hand. 
'I know that voice. And I know this little hand,' Mr. Rochester 
said. 'Is that you, Jane?' 
'Yes, sir, I have found you at last,' I said. 'I will never leave 
you again.' Then I told Mr. Rochester my story. 
'Why did you leave your cousins, Jane?' Mr. Rochester asked. 
'Why did you come back to me? I am blind. I have only one hand.' 
'I will take care of you, Edward,' I said. 
'But I don't want a servant,' Mr. Rochester replied. 'I want a 
wife.' 
'You will have a wife, Edward,' I said. 'I will be your wife. I 
will marry you. I loved you very much at Thornfield Hall. Now I 
love you more.' 

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Mr. Rochester and I got married. After a time, his eyes were 
better. He could see a little. He saw the face of our first child! 
My dear Edward and I are very happy. 

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