Go on." The disquietude of his air, the somewhat apprehensive impatience of his manner, surprised me: but I proceeded.
"I dreamt another dream, sir: that Thornfield Hall was a dreary ruin, the retreat of bats and owls.

I thought that of all the stately front nothing remained but a shell-like wall, very high and very fragile-looking.

I wandered, on a moonlight night, through the grass- grown enclosure within: here I stumbled over a marble hearth, and there over a fallen fragment of cornice.

Wrapped up in a shawl, I still carried the unknown little child: I might not lay it down anywhere, however tired were my arms--however much its weight impeded my progress, I must retain it.

I heard the gallop of a horse at a distance on the road; I was sure it was you; and you were departing for many years and for a distant country.