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Oh! I could not forget his look and his paleness when he whispered:
'Jane, I have got a blow- I have got a blow, Jane.' I could not forget
how the arm had trembled which he rested on my shoulder: and it was no
light matter which could thus bow the resolute spirit and thrill the
vigorous frame of Fairfax Rochester.
'When will he come? When will he come?' I cried inwardly, as the
night lingered and lingered- as my bleeding patient drooped, moaned,
sickened: and neither day nor aid arrived. I had, again and again,
held the water to Mason's white lips; again and again offered him
the stimulating salts: my efforts seemed ineffectual: either bodily or
mental suffering, or loss of blood, or all three combined, were fast
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prostrating his strength. He moaned so, and looked so weak, wild,
and lost, I feared he was dying; and I might not even speak to him.
The candle, wasted at last, went out; as it expired, I perceived
streaks of grey light edging the window curtains: dawn was then
approaching. Presently I heard Pilot bark far below, out of his
distant kennel in the courtyard: hope revived. Nor was it unwarranted:
in five minutes more the grating key, the yielding lock, warned me
my watch was relieved. It could not have lasted more than two hours:
many a week has seemed shorter.
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