PART THREE - A YOUNG WOMAN AT THORNFIELD
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mr. Rochester
Mrs. Fairfax would not tell me anything more about Mr. Rochester. Instead, she asked me if I wanted to see the house. We went through many large and beautiful rooms, filled with old paintings and furniture. When we reached the top floor, I saw a small passage with some small black doors on its walls. They were all locked. I wondered what was behind the doors; they seemed to be hiding something. As we turned to walk down the stairs, I heard a strange, [-----1-----] laugh coming from behind the wall. "Mrs. Fairfax, did you hear that laugh? Who is it?" I said.
"It is probably a servant named Grace Poole," she said. "She always works in one of those rooms." I heard the laugh again. It did not sound like the laugh of a normal woman--it did not even sound human!
"Grace!" called Mrs. Fairfax. One of the little black doors opened and a woman appeared. She looked too ordinary to be a ghost.
"Grace, there is too much noise," said Mrs. Fairfax. "Remember what you have been told!" Grace said nothing; she only [-----2-----] her head and went back into the room.
In the next few months, I sometimes went up to the top floor, where I could look out of the high windows and be alone with my thoughts. I was happy with my work, but I felt that something was missing from my life. I wanted interesting things to happen, i wanted more [-----3-----]! People are not always happy with a quiet life, and women need adventure, even if men do not believe it!
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