Rochester and Jane Chapter12
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- That evening calm betrayed alike the tinkle of the nearest streams,the sough of the most remote.
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- A rude noise broke on these fine ripplings and whisperings, which affaced the soft wave-wonderings, the solid mass of a crag.
- I cannot think of leaving you, sir, at so late an hour, in this solitary lane, till I see you are fit to mount your horse.
- From just below; and I am not at all afraid of being out late when it is moonlight. I am going there to post a letter.
- I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination; but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they neither had nor could have sympathy with anything in me.
- I should think you ought to be at home yourself, if you have a home in this neighbourhood. Where do you come from?
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- I should have been afraid to touch a horse when alone, but when told to do it I was disposed to obey. I was mortally afraid of its trampling fore-feet. The traveller waited and watched for some time, and at last he laughed.
- whose house is it?Do you know Mr Rochester?
- Try to get hold my horse's bridle and lead him to me. You are not afraid?
- Can you tell me where he is?
- I cannot
- No, I have never seen him.
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