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I have told you, reader, that I had learnt to love Mr. Rochester: I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me- because I might pass hours in his presence, and he would never once turn his eyes in my direction- because I saw all his attentions appropriated by a great lady, who scorned to touch me with the hem of her robes as she passed; who, if ever her dark and imperious eye fell on me by chance, would withdraw it instantly as from an object too mean to merit observation. I could not unlove him, because I felt sure he would soon marry this very lady- because I read daily in her a proud security in his intentions respecting her- because I witnessed hourly in him a style of courtship which, if careless and choosing rather to be sought than to seek, was yet, in its very carelessness, captivating, and in its very pride, irresistible.
There was nothing to cool or banish love in these circumstances, though much to create despair. Much too, you will think, reader, to engender jealousy: if a woman, in my position, could presume to be jealous of a woman in Miss Ingram's. But I was not jealous: or very rarely;- the nature of the pain I suffered could not be explained by that word. Miss Ingram was a mark beneath jealousy: she was too inferior to excite the feeling. Pardon the seeming paradox; I mean what I say.
She was very showy, but she was not genuine: she had a fine person, many brilliant attainments; but her mind was poor, her heart barren by nature: nothing bloomed spontaneously on that soil; no unforced natural fruit delighted by its freshness. She was not good; she was not original: she used to repeat sounding phrases from books: she never offered, nor had, an opinion of her own. She advocated a high tone of sentiment; but she did not know the sensations of sympathy and pity; tenderness and truth were not in her. Too often she betrayed this, by the undue vent she gave to a spiteful antipathy she had conceived against little Adele: pushing her away with some contumelious epithet if she happened to approach her; sometimes ordering her from the room, and always treating her with coldness and acrimony. Other eyes besides mine watched these manifestations of character- watched them closely, keenly, shrewdly. Yes; the future bridegroom, Mr. Rochester himself, exercised over his intended a ceaseless surveillance; and it was from this sagacity- this guardedness of his- this perfect, clear consciousness of his fair one's defects- this obvious absence of passion in his sentiments towards her, that my ever-torturing pain arose.
I saw he was going to marry her, for family, perhaps political reasons, because her rank and connections suited him; I felt he had not given her his love, and that her qualifications were ill adapted to win from him that treasure. This was the point- this was where the nerve was touched and teased- this was where the fever was sustained and fed: she could not charm him.
When the three persons came to the creek, I found that two of them could swim, but the thirdcould not, and that, standing on the other side，he looked at the others, but went no farther,and soon after went softly back again; which, as it happened，was very good for him in theend. I observed that the two who swam were yet more than twice as strong swimming over thecreek as the fellow was that fled from them. It came very warmly upon my thoughts, andindeed irresistibly, that now was the time to get me a servant, and, perhaps, a companion orassistant; and that I was plainly called by Providence to save this poor creature's life. Iimmediately ran down the ladders with all possible expedition, fetched my two guns, for theywere both at the foot of the ladders, and getting up again with the same haste to the top ofthe hill, I crossed towards the sea; and having a very short cut, and all down hill, placed myselfin the way between the pursuers and the pursued, hallowing aloud to him that fled, who,looking back, was at first perhaps as much frightened at me as at them; but I beckoned withmy hand to him to come back; and, in the meantime, I slowly advanced towards the two thatfollowed; then rushing at once upon the foremost, I knocked him down with the stock of mypiece. I was loath to fire, because I would not have the rest hear; though, at that distance, itwould not have been easily heard, and being out of sight of the smoke, too，they would nothave known what to make of it. Having knocked this fellow down, the other who pursued himstopped, as if he had been frightened, and I advanced towards him: but as I came nearer, Iperceived presently he had a bow and arrow, and was fitting it to shoot at me: so I was thenobliged to shoot at him first, which I did, and killed him at the first shot.
The poor savage who fled, but had stopped, though he saw both his enemies fallen and killed,as he thought, yet was so frightened with the fire and noise of my piece that he stood stockstill, and neither came forward nor went backward, though he seemed rather inclined still to flythan to come on. I hallooed again to him, and made signs to come forward, which he easilyunderstood, and came a little way; then stopped again, and then a little farther, and stoppedagain; and I could then perceive that he stood trembling, as if he had been taken prisoner,and had just been to be killed, as his two enemies were. I beckoned to him again to come tome, and gave him all the signs of encouragement that I could think of; and he came nearerand nearer, kneeling down every ten or twelve steps, in token of acknowledgment for savinghis life. I smiled at him, and looked pleasantly, and beckoned to him to come still nearer; atlength he came close to me; and then he kneeled down again, kissed the ground, and laid hisheadupon the ground, and taking me by the foot, set my foot upon his head; this, it seems,was in token of swearing to be my slave for ever. I took him up and made much of him, andencouraged him all I could. But there was more work to do yet; for I perceived the savagewhom I had knocked down was not killed, but stunned with the blow, and began to come tohimself: so I pointed to him, and showed him the savage, that he was not dead; upon this hespoke some words to me, and though I could not understand them, yet I thought they werepleasant to hear; for they were the first sound of a man's voice that I had heard, my ownexcepted, for above twenty-five years. But there was no time for such reflections now; thesavage who was knocked down recovered himself so far as to sit up upon the ground, and Iperceived that my savage began to be afraid; but when I saw that, I presented my other pieceat the man, as if I would shoot him: upon this my savage, for so I call him now, made a motionto me to lend him my sword, which hung naked in a belt by my side, which I did. He no soonerhad it, but he runs to his enemy, and at one blow cut off his head cleverly.
And I named my savage-Friday.
If one day you feel like crying...
I don't promise that I will make you laugh,
But I can cry with you.
If one day you want to run away--
Don't be afraid to call me.
I don't promise to ask you to stop...
But I can run with you.
If one day you don't want to listen to anyone...
I promise to be there for you.
And I promise to be very quiet.
But if one day you call...
And there is no answer...
Come fast to see me.
Perhaps I need you.