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; ”Mary is in the klicken”, I answered.
He pul out his hand with a quick gesture, but nöt seeing
where I stood, he did not touch me. ”Who is this? Who is
this?” hc demanded, trying, as it seemed, to see with his
sightless eyes, — unavailing and distressing attempt!
”Anöwer me — speak again!” he ordered, imperiöusly and aloud.
”Will you have a little more water, Sir? I spilt half
bf what was in the glass”, I said.
”Who is it? What is it? Who speaks?
”Klot knows me, and John and Mary kaow I am here:
I came only this eveniog”, I answered.
”Great God! what delnsion has come over me? What
sweet madness has leized me?
”No delusion, no madness: y our mind, Sir, is too strong
for delusion — your health too sound for frenzy.”
”And where is this speaker? Is it only a voice? Oh! I
cannot see, but I must feel, or my heart will stop and my
brain hurst. Whatever, whoever you are — he perceptible
to the touch or 1 cannot live!”
He groped: I arrested his wandering hånd, and prisoned
it in both mine.
”Her very fingers!” he cried, her small, slight fingers ! lf
§o, there must be more of her?”
The musenlar hånd broke from my custody; my arm was
aeised, my shonlder — neck — waist — I was entwined and
gathered to him.
”Is it Jane? What is it? This is her shape — this is
her size —
”And this her voice” ladded. ”She is all here: her heart
too? God bless you, Sir!”––––––-
Denna deliciösa teckning, så full af sentiment, st fin och
.så rörande, lärer i svenska bearbetningen skola motsvaras
af följande travestering, hvilken der börjar ett,nytt kapitel,
ty icke en gäng originalets kapitelfördelning har bearbetaren
respekterat.
”Master Rochester — (han får ej heta Herr Rochester
på svenska, — i detta öfverflödiga fall ar öjfvers. sitt original
trogen) ”Master Rochester, som redan förde glaset till sina
lappar, höll det qvar på halfva vägen och lyssnade. Sedan
drack han ur det, satte glaset tillbaka på brickan, samt
frågade vårdslöst:
Det år ju du> Mary? .... är det icke så, det är du?”
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