At first I did not know to what room he had borne me; all was cloudy to my glazed sight: presently I felt the reviving warmth of a fire; for, summer as it was, I had become icy cold in my chamber.

He put wine to my lips; I tasted it and revived; then I ate something he offered me, and was soon myself.

I was in the library--sitting in his chair--he was quite near.
"If I could go out of life now, without too sharp a pang, it would be well for me," I thought; "then I should not have to make the effort of cracking my heart-strings in rending them from among Mr.Rochester's.

I must leave him, it appears.

I do not want to leave him--I cannot leave him." "How are you now, Jane ?" "Much better, sir; I shall be well soon." "Taste the wine again, Jane." I obeyed him; then he put the glass on the table, stood before me, and looked at me attentively.