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Chapter XV

           Theheadofmybedwasnearthedoor,andIthoughtatfirstthegoblin-laugherstoodatmybedsideorrather,crouchedbymypillow: butIrose,lookedround,andcouldseenothing;while,asIstillgazed,theunnaturalsoundwasreiterated:andIknewitcamefrombehindthepanels.Myfirstimpulsewastoriseandfastenthebolt;mynext,againtocryout,"Whoisthere?" 

           Somethinggurgledandmoaned.Erelong,stepsretreatedupthegallerytowardsthethird-storeystaircase:adoorhadlatelybeenmadetoshutinthatstaircase;Ihearditopenandclose,andallwasstill. 

           "WasthatGracePoole?andisshepossessedwithadevil?"thoughtI.Impossiblenowtoremainlongerbymyself:ImustgotoMrs.Fairfax. Ihurriedonmyfrockandashawl;Iwithdrewtheboltandopenedthedoorwithatremblinghand. Therewasacandleburningjustoutside,andonthemattinginthegallery. Iwassurprisedatthiscircumstance:butstillmorewasIamazedtoperceivetheairquitedim,asiffilledwithsmoke; and,whilelookingtotherighthandandleft,tofindwhencethesebluewreathsissued,Ibecamefurtherawareofastrongsmellofburning. 

           Somethingcreaked:itwasadoorajar;andthatdoorwasMr.Rochester’s,andthesmokerushedinacloudfromthence. IthoughtnomoreofMrs.Fairfax;IthoughtnomoreofGracePoole,orthelaugh:inaninstant,Iwaswithinthechamber. Tonguesofflamedartedroundthebed:thecurtainswereonfire.Inthemidstofblazeandvapour,Mr.Rochesterlaystretchedmotionless,indeepsleep. 

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