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Chapter XXIII

           Hewastakingoffmyshawlinthehall,andshakingthewateroutofmyloosenedhair,whenMrs.Fairfaxemergedfromherroom. Ididnotobserveheratfirst,nordidMr.Rochester.Thelampwaslit.Theclockwasonthestrokeoftwelve. 

           "Hastentotakeoffyourwetthings,"saidhe;"andbeforeyougo,good-nightgood-night,mydarling!" 

           Hekissedmerepeatedly.WhenIlookedup,onleavinghisarms,therestoodthewidow,pale,grave,andamazed.Ionlysmiledather,andranupstairs. "Explanationwilldoforanothertime,"thoughtI.Still,whenIreachedmychamber,Ifeltapangattheideasheshouldeventemporarilymisconstruewhatshehadseen. Butjoysooneffacedeveryotherfeeling;andloudasthewindblew,nearanddeepasthethundercrashed,fierceandfrequentasthelightninggleamed,cataract-likeastherainfellduringastormoftwohours’duration,Iexperiencednofearandlittleawe. Mr.Rochestercamethricetomydoorinthecourseofit,toaskifIwassafeandtranquil:andthatwascomfort,thatwasstrengthforanything. 

           BeforeIleftmybedinthemorning,littleAdelecamerunningintotellmethatthegreathorse-chestnutatthebottomoftheorchardhadbeenstruckbylightninginthenight,andhalfofitsplitaway. 

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