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Chapter XXVII

           "AwindfreshfromEuropeblewovertheoceanandrushedthroughtheopencasement:thestormbroke,streamed,thundered,blazed,andtheairgrewpure. Ithenframedandfixedaresolution. WhileIwalkedunderthedrippingorange-treesofmywetgarden,andamongstitsdrenchedpomegranatesandpine-apples,andwhiletherefulgentdawnofthetropicskindledroundmeIreasonedthus,Janeandnowlisten;foritwastrueWisdomthatconsoledmeinthathour,andshowedmetherightpathtofollow. 

           "ThesweetwindfromEuropewasstillwhisperingintherefreshedleaves,andtheAtlanticwasthunderingingloriousliberty;myheart,driedupandscorchedforalongtime,swelledtothetone,andfilledwithlivingbloodmybeinglongedforrenewalmysoulthirstedforapuredraught. Isawhopereviveandfeltregenerationpossible. FromafloweryarchatthebottomofmygardenIgazedovertheseabluerthanthesky:theoldworldwasbeyond;clearprospectsopenedthus:- 

           "‘Go,’saidHope,‘andliveagaininEurope:thereitisnotknownwhatasulliednameyoubear,norwhatafilthyburdenisboundtoyou. YoumaytakethemaniacwithyoutoEngland;confineherwithdueattendanceandprecautionsatThornfield:thentravelyourselftowhatclimeyouwill,andformwhatnewtieyoulike. Thatwoman,whohassoabusedyourlong-suffering,sosulliedyourname,sooutragedyourhonour,soblightedyouryouth,isnotyourwife,norareyouherhusband. 

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