![]() ![]() I did so he measured twelve drops of a crimson liquid, and presented it to Mason. "That will do -now wet the lip of the phial." He held out the tiny glass, and I half filled it from the water-bottle on the washstand. It is not a thing to be used indiscriminately, but it is good upon occasion: as now, for instance. I got this cordial at Rome, of an Italian charlatan-a fellow you would have kicked, Carter. "That's well! Now, doctor, I shall take the liberty of administering a dose myself, on my own responsibility. I flew thither and back, bringing the desired vessels. You must open the middle drawer of my toilet-table and take out a little phial and a little glass you will find there,-quick!" What a mercy you are shod with velvet, Jane!-a clod-hopping messenger would never do at this juncture. “Now, I've another errand for you,' said my untiring master "you must away to my room again. You no doubt were, at that hour, in unconscious sleep, Jane: perhaps your soul wandered from its cell to comfort mine for those were your accents- as certain as I live- they were yours!" Reader, it was on Monday night- near midnight- that I too had received the mysterious summons: those were the very words by which I replied to it. Cooler and fresher at the moment the gale seemed to visit my brow: I could have deemed that in some wild, lone scene, I and Jane were meeting. 'Where are you?' seemed spoken amongst mountains for I heard a hill-sent echo repeat the words. Ferndean is buried, as you see, in a heavy wood, where sound falls dull, and dies unreverberating. “As I exclaimed 'Jane! Jane! Jane!' a voice- I cannot tell whence the voice came, but I know whose voice it was- replied, 'I am coming: wait for me ' and a moment after, went whispering on the wind the words- 'Where are you?' "I'll tell you, if I can, the idea, the picture these words opened to my mind: yet it is difficult to express what I want to express. After that, things were decidedly easier between them, and Will's smile when he helped her down from the carriage on their return home, was bright and real.” Tessa laughed again, and then they were both laughing, their smothered giggles bouncing off the walls of the Whispering Gallery. I've heard that when I speak, it makes American women wish to strike me with umbrellas." "No, he dressed up as a woman and terrified the poor girl out of her wits. Rochester never courted Jane Eyre," Tessa pointed out. "I am trying to court you," Will said in exasperation. ![]() "Or I shall strike you with my umbrella." I don't want you to be polite! I want you to be Will! I don't want you to indicate points of architectural interest to me as if you were a Baedecker guide! I want you to say dreadfully mad, funny things, and make up songs and be-" The Will I fell in love with, she almost said. “Tessa exploded "I am not asking you to maul me in the Whispering Gallery! By the Angel, Will, would you stop being so polite?!" It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.” Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do they suffer from too rigid a restraint, to absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. ![]() Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political rebellions ferment in the masses of life which people earth. Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot. ![]() “It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action and they will make it if they cannot find it. ![]()
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