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Mr. Rochester 
Three months passed. I had not met the owner of Thornfield Hall. 
Mr. Rochester had not come home. 
One January afternoon, I went out and I walked towards the 
road. I was going to the village of Hay. I was going to post a letter 
in the village. Hay was two miles from Thornfield Hall. The day 
was fine but it was very cold. I walked quickly and soon I was near 
the village. 
Suddenly, a big black-and-white dog ran past me. A moment 
later, a man on a black horse followed the dog. 
Then, I heard an angry shout. The dog ran past me again. It was 
barking loudly. I turned round. The horse had fallen on the icy 
ground and the man had fallen from the horse. 1 walked towards 
them. 
'Can 1 help you, sir?' I asked. 
'My horse fell. I've hurt my foot,' the man said. 
The horse stood up. The man tried to stand up too. But he could 
not stand. He fell onto the ground again. 
The man was about thirty-five years old. He was not handsome 
but he had a strong face. He had dark eyes and black hair. He was 
not very tall but his body was powerful. 
'I'll bring somebody from Thornfield Hall,' I said. 
'Do you live at Thornfield?' the man asked. 

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'I am the governess,' I replied. 
'Ah, yes. The governess,' the man said. 'Help me, please.' 
The man stood up very slowly, and he put his hand on my 
shoulder. He walked slowly towards his horse. I helped him. He 
pulled himself onto the horse. 
Thank you. Now go home quickly,' the man said. And he rode 
away. 
I walked on to the village and I posted my letter. Then I 
returned to Thornfield Hall. Bright lights were shining in the big 
house. I went inside. 
A big black-and-white dog walked towards me. It came from 
the dining-room. I had seen the dog before. 
'Whose dog is that?' I asked a servant. 
'It's Mr. Rochester's dog,' the servant replied. 'Mr. Rochester 
has come home. But he has hurt his foot. His horse fell on some 
ice.' 
I smiled. The owner of Thornfield Hall had returned! But I did 
not see Mr. Rochester again that day. 
I saw Mr. Rochester the next day. He sent for me in the evening. I 
put on a clean dress. I brushed my hair carefully. 
Mr. Rochester was in the large sitting-room. He was sitting in a 
big chair. His right foot was on a small chair. Mr.s Fairfax and 
Adele were sitting with him. 
'This is Miss Eyre, sir,' Mr.s Fairfax said. 
Mr. Rochester looked at me. He did not smile. 

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'Sit by the fire, Miss Eyre,' he said. 'Where have you come 
from?' 
'From Lowood School,' I replied. 'I was there for eight years.' 
'Eight years!' Mr. Rochester said. 'That is a long time! Who are 
your parents?
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'I have no parents, sir,' I answered. 'They are dead.' 
'But where is your home, Miss Eyre?' Mr. Rochester asked. 
'I have no home, sir. I have no family,' I said. 
'Why did you come to Thornfield Hall?' Mr. Rochester asked. 
'I wanted to leave Lowood, sir,' I replied. 'I put an 
advertisement in a newspaper. Mr.s Fairfax replied to my 
advertisement.' 
'Yes, I did,' Mr.s Fairfax said. 'Miss Eyre is a good teacher, Mr. 
Rochester.' 
Mr. Rochester smiled for the first time. 
'You are very young, Miss Eyre,' he said. 
'I am eighteen, sir,' I replied. 
Mr. Rochester smiled again. He did not ask me more questions. 
After that evening, I did not see Mr. Rochester for a few days. 
Then, one night, he sent for me again. 
'Sit near me, Miss Eyre,' he said. 'Mr.s Fairfax will talk to 
Adele.' 
I sat down quietly, but I did not speak. The fire was very 
bright. 1 saw Mr. Rochester's face clearly. I saw his 

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large, dark eyes. He was smiling. He was happy. 
After a minute, Mr. Rochester spoke. 
'Miss Eyre,' he said. 'You are looking at me very carefully. Am 
I a handsome man?' 
'No, sir,' I said. 
'You speak the truth, Miss Eyre!' Mr. Rochester said. 'Look at 
me again. Am I a kind man?' 
'No, sir,' 1 said again. 'You are smiling now. But you are not 
always kind.' 
'That is true,' Mr. Rochester replied. 'I have had a difficult life. 
I have met bad people. I have been a bad person myself. Now 
Thornfield Hall is my home. But I hate this house. You are very 
young, Miss Eyre. You 
cannot understand me.' 
'You are right. I don't understand you, sir,' I said. I stood up. 

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'Where are you going?' Mr. Rochester asked. 
'It is late. Adele must go to bed,' I said. 
'Are you frightened of me, Miss Eyre?' Mr. Rochester asked. 
'No, sir,' I replied. 'But you say strange things, sir.' 
Mr. Rochester smiled. 
'Take Adele to her bedroom now, Miss Eyre,' he said. 'We will 
talk again tomorrow.' 
After that night, we talked together many times. Mr. Rochester 
was an interesting man. But he was a strange man too. I often 
thought about him. 
'Why does Mr. Rochester hate Thornfield?' I asked myself. 
'Thornfield Hall is a beautiful place. But Mr. Rochester is not 
happy.' 

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