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I proceeded: at last my way opened; the trees thinned a little; presently I beheld a railing; then the house—scarce; by this dim light; distinguishable from the trees; so dank and green were its decaying walls。 Entering a portal; fastened only by a latch; I stood amidst a space of enclosed ground; from which the wood swept away in a semicircle。 There were no flowers; no garden…beds; only a broad gravel…walk girdling a grass…plat; and this set in the heavy frame of the forest。 The house presented two pointed gables in its front; the windows were latticed and narrow: the front door was narrow too; one step led up to it。 The whole looked; as the host of the Rochester Arms had said; “quite a desolate spot。” It was as still as a church on a week…day: the pattering rain on the forest leaves was the only sound audible in its vicinage。

“Can there be life here?” I asked。

Yes; life of some kind there was; for I heard a movement—that narrow front…door was unclosing; and some shape was about to issue from the grange。

It opened slowly: a figure came out into the twilight and stood on the step; a man without a hat: he stretched forth his hand as if to feel whether it rained。 Dusk as it was; I had recognised him—it was my master; Edward Fairfax Rochester; and no other。

I stayed my step; almost my breath; and stood to watch him—to examine him; myself unseen; and alas! to him invisible。 It was a sudden meeting; and one in which rapture was kept well in check by pain。 I had no difficulty in restraining my voice from exclamation; my step from hasty advance。

His form was of the same strong and stalwart contour as ever: his port was still erect; his heir was still raven black; nor were his features altered or sunk: not in one year’s space; by any sorro

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