PART THREE - A YOUNG WOMAN AT THORNFIELD
CHAPTER NINE
Mr. Rochester's Secrets
After a little time at Thornfield, I knew that Mr. Rochester and I were becoming friends. He was beginning to [-----1-----] and like me. Many times, when we talked in the garden or sat by a fire in the evening, he told me strange stories of his life and adventures. One day he said to me, "Jane, it is strange that I tell you my secrets, but I know you will never tell anyone else. I know, also, that my stories can't have a bad effect on you. Your mind and heart are too stong and good for that."
I felt [-----2-----] and happy that Mr. Rochester trusted and liked me so much. I thought about him a lot of the time. I was aware of his faults, but I also saw his kindness and goodness to me. From then on, my happiest times at Thornfield Hall were when I was with him. I could not imagine a more wonderful friend.
One night I woke up and heard a soft noise. I thought that someone was standing outside my bedroom. I got out of bed and said, "who is there?" Suddenly I heard a door close loudly on the top floor, where Grace Poole stayed. "Did she make the noise?" I wondered. I opened the door and saw that the hall was full of smoke! The door of Mr. Rochester's room was open, and I saw the smoke was coming from there! Immediately, I forgot my own [-----3-----] and ran into his room. He was sleeping in his bed, with fire and smoke all around him. Even the bed was on fire!
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