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Wandering out of the High Street, Rochester, on the afternoon before Christmas Day, by a narrow passage to the left I came upon the old Cathedral. The doors were open, and as they were the only doors in Rochester open to me, except, perhaps, those of the tramp house at the Union, I entered, and sat down as near as befitted my condition.
Rochester asked, with raised eyebrows. "Of imagination," the boy answered. "There is no necessity for you to look outside your own immediate surroundings to see beautiful things, unless you choose deliberately to make your life an ugly thing. With us it is different with us who work for a living, who dwell in the cities, and who have no power to push back the wheels of life.
Hemson's horse, and he took another, and so we rode to Rochester in the dark, and there at the Crown Mr. Gregory, Barrow, and others staid to meet me. So after a glass of wine, we to our barge, that was ready for me, to the Hill-house, where we soon went to bed, before we slept I telling upon discourse Captain Cocke the manner of my being cut of the stone, which pleased him much. So to sleep.
They are sitting together at the foot of the old chestnut tree, as we have already mentioned, towards the close of evening, and Mr. Rochester is informing her, with his usual delicacy of language, that he is engaged to Miss Ingram "a strapper!
A gallant fleet convoyed him from Holland to the coast of Kent. When he landed, the cliffs of Dover were covered by thousands of gazers, among whom scarcely one could be found who was not weeping with delight. The journey to London was a continued triumph. The whole road from Rochester was bordered by booths and tents, and looked like an interminable fair.
"It is fair to-night," said she, as she looked through the panes, "though not starlight; Mr. Rochester has, on the whole, had a favourable day for his journey." "Journey! Is Mr. Rochester gone anywhere? I did not know he was out." "Oh, he set off the moment he had breakfasted! He is gone to the Leas, Mr. Eshton's place, ten miles on the other side Millcote.
Rochester only smiled, and being resolved that her resentment should be still more remarked, he turned round and posting himself face to face: "Madam," said he, "nothing can be so glorious as to look so charming as you do, after such a fatiguing day: to support a ride of three long hours, and Miss Hobart afterwards, without being tired, shows indeed a very strong constitution."
But I may not be able to serve him there. It will grieve me to leave the boys in the lurch; they've confided in me a long time." The Governor had lapsed into moods of silence frequently since they left Rochester. The imminence of his release from whatever power had dominated him might, Archie thought, have subdued him to this unfamiliar humor with its attendant long periods of sober reflection.
"I must try and mend my ways, however. To return to the actual subject under discussion, then, I can really tell you very little about this young man." "You can tell me where he comes from, at any rate," Lady Mary remarked. Rochester shook his head. "He comes from the land of mysteries," he declared. "I really am ashamed to be so disappointing, but I only met him once before in my life."
She swayed for a moment, and fell over on her side like a dead woman her arms thrown out, her limbs inert, as though indeed it were death which had stricken her. Rochester, with a shout of anger, sprang towards her, sending Saton reeling against the table. He fell on his knees by her side. "Bring water, some of you idiots!" he cried out. "Ring the bell! And don't let that cursed charlatan escape!"
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