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I opened the door. Rochester was standing in the corridor. We went up to the top corridor. Rochester unlocked a door and we went inside a room. Mason was sitting on a chair in the room. His face was pale. And his shirt was covered with blood! Then I heard a terrible laugh. The sound came from the next room. Rochester have a mad servant? Then he spoke to me. Wash Mr. But do not speak to him.

Rochester left the room. I washed Mr. We waited for Mr. Rochester and the doctor. Mason did not speak to me and I did not speak to him. After two hours, Mr. The doctor was with him. The doctor looked at Mr. Mason said. I wanted to see her.

I wanted to help her. But she bit me! Rochester said quickly. The doctor put a bandage on Mr. Rochester put Mr. Then he spoke to me again. I went quickly downstairs and I opened the door. Outside the door, a servant was waiting with a carriage. Mason and the doctor came out of the house. They got into the carriage. Then Mr. Rochester came out of the house too. Mason spoke to him through the window of the carriage. Soon, it was morning.

The birds were beginning to sing. The flowers had a sweet smell. He looked at me for a few moments. Now, I want to be happy. That is not wrong, is it, Jane? He stopped speaking for a minute. The letter was from my Cousin Eliza. I arrived there the next day. My Aunt Reed was very, very ill.

She could not move. And she did not speak to me. I wanted to return to Thornfield Hall. I wanted to see Mr. But Eliza wanted me to stay at Gateshead Hall. Call Eliza, please. She will get the letter. The letter had come from Madeira. But it was three years old. I wrote to John Eyre. I wrote, «Jane Eyre is dead. She died at Lowood School. I left Gateshead Hall a few days later. No other visitors came to Thornfield Hall. Every day, Mr. Rochester and I talked together. And every day, I loved him more.

In June, the weather was hot. One evening, I walked into the garden, Mr. Rochester was there too. Will you be sad then, Jane? Will you leave Thornfield Hall? Rochester stopped. He was silent for a moment. Far away from Thornfield. Far away from you, sir.

I am poor. I do not have a pretty face. But I have a heart. It is a loving heart, sir! She is beautiful. You are poor. You are not beautiful. But I want to marry you! Will you marry me, Jane? 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. I am very happy. My uncle will be happy too.

Four weeks passed. Rochester was going to buy me many. I want you, Edward. It was the month of July. Two days before our wedding-day, Mr. Rochester went away. That night, I went to my bedroom early. My wedding dress and my wedding veil were in my room. I looked at them. Then I went to bed. But I did not sleep well. The next day, Mr.

He looked at me carefully. Are you frightened? 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.

There was a woman in my room. She was tall and heavy. She had long, black hair. She put my wedding veil over her head and she looked in the mirror. Then I saw her face! She threw the pieces on the floor! Then she went away. It was torn. It was in two pieces!

You will have no more bad dreams. It was our wedding day. We were going to be married in a church near Thornfield Hall. After the marriage, we were going to travel to London. I got up early. I put on my wedding dress and I went downstairs.

Rochester was waiting for me. The clergyman was standing by the door of the church. There were two other people inside the church -two men. They were sitting in a dark corner. I could not see them very well. The clergyman started to speak. At every marriage, the clergyman asks an important question. The clergyman spoke loudly. He asked this question and he waited.

There was silence for a moment. And then one of the men in the dark corner stood up. He spoke loudly. These two people must not be married! Rochester said to the clergyman. He spoke to the man in the corner. Rochester turned and looked at the man. What do you know about me? Fifteen years ago, you were married in the West Indies. She is alive.

She lives at Thornfield Hall. The other man in the dark corner stood up. He walked towards us. It was Richard Mason. For a minute he was silent. Then he spoke quietly. She is mad. Come to the house — all of you! Come and see Mr. Come and see the madwoman!

At Thornfield, Mr. They were smiling happily. Briggs, Mr. Mason, the clergyman and I followed Mr. We followed him up the stairs. He took us to the top corridor. He unlocked a door and we went into a small room.

I had seen this room before! We walked through the room to another door. Rochester unlocked this door and we saw a larger room. Grace Poole was sitting in the room.

But another woman was there too. Her dark hair was in front of her face. The woman turned and looked at us. I knew that terrible, mad face. I had seen it in my bedroom, two nights before. The madwoman saw Mr.

She screamed and she ran towards him. The madwoman was very strong. She screamed and she hit Mr. Rochester held her arms. Rochester said angrily. I wanted to marry this young girl, Jane Eyre. Was I wrong? He was silent for a few moments. But I was wrong. Now, go, all of you. I must take care of my mad wife! I went slowly downstairs. Briggs, the lawyer, spoke to me. Your uncle, John Eyre, is sorry for you too. He read your letter. And then he met Richard Mason in Madeira.

Your uncle is dying, Miss Eyre. He could not come to England. He sent me here. He wanted me to stop this marriage. I did not answer. I went to my room and I locked the door. I took off my wedding dress. I lay down on my bed. I will never be Jane Rochester. I must leave Thornfield Hall. I must never see Mr. Rochester again. My life here is finished. Many hours later, I got off the bed.

I unlocked my door. Rochester was waiting outside my room. Jane, we will leave Thornfield, we will go to another country. We will be happy again. Her family was very rich. I married her. My father was happy. But I was not happy. Bertha was mad, and she was a bad woman. Nobody told me about her. She was married to me, but she met other men. She was drunk every day. She tried to kill me many times. Grace Poole took care of Bertha. I met other women.

One of them was a French singer. Adele is my daughter, Jane. But I did not love the French singer. I did not love anybody.

I came home to Thornfield Hall. Then you came here and I loved you. I will always love you. Please stay with me, Jane. We will be unhappy. But we must not be together. Goodbye, Edward. Jane, my love! I kissed Mr. Quickly, I went into my room. I put some clothes into a bag. Rochester go into his room. Very quietly, I went downstairs. I opened the small door at the side of the house. I left Thornfield Hall and 1 walked to the road.

It was dark. Soon, a coach came along the road. I gave all my money to the driver of the coach. I got into the coach. Many hours later, the coach stopped. The coach moved away quickly. But I had left my bag in the coach. I was on a cold, empty moor. I was tired and hungry. I walked and walked. I had no money. I had no food. I walked until the evening came. At last, I lay down on the ground. I fell asleep immediately.

The next morning, I woke late. I walked along the road for many miles. It started to rain. Soon my clothes were wet. I saw no one. I walked on the moor all day. In the evening, I was very tired again. Then I saw a light.

I walked slowly towards it. The rain was falling heavily. But I saw a house near the road. I walked up to the house. I knocked on the door. Fuente: Pulp Heroes. Fuente: Mr. Fuente: Hacettepe Universitesi.

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