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English II. 1 20 October 2010 Chapter 26 With Adel ’ -
e In my arms I began to drift away, slowly falling asleep to the rhythm of the Child’s tend .
er breath Bafﬂe I knew it I was asleep, once again, dreaming. But this time it didn’t see ' - - .
m hke a traumatizmg mghtmare at all, it was exactly what my current situation had b ' - v .
6611- I saw myself lying 111 bed With Adele in my arms. I seemed to ﬁnally be at peace with myself. I suddenly awoke, there was a strange gust of wind that rampaged through the nursery ' ’0'“ However, Adele didn’t seem to feel it, or mind it, I reassured myself that the door was locked (up
and I was safe from danger. But a second later another gust of wind blew through the room, this
time assisted by a loud slamming sound, with a relatively quiet sound that suggested the locking
of a door; I was sure Adele would be awakened by the thunderous sound, and yet her breath remained steady and she was still sound asleep. I was puzzled at the fact that she could still be sleeping. I quickly calmed myself, remembering what Mr. Rochester had said about being half in and half outside of a dream... I was simply still dreaming. Those ﬁve minutes felt like ﬁve hours. The lock was unlocked from a distance, which was followed by another slam. It was then that I knew it wasn’t a dream. I realized where the sound had been coming from, it was from my room. I quietly got out of bed and rushed to my the same person who struch twice. My whole we
—-""_—_\ m it was dding gown was shredded into
too , pieces. Nasr 2 I d218th to Mr. Rochester’s room and exclaimed, “She came again, Grace» She desm’yed
“calm down my darling, tell me, what happened?” I fervently explained the story to him and he still remained calm.
“We will get you a new gown with jewels in the morning, after all you Will then be my bride, therefore accept my possessioné “Edward! Someone is after me, not fond of the idea of my becoming Mrs. Rochester, the “3‘ veil then the gown, what will they come after next, me?” g Q
\ “I said calm yourselﬂ We will be married in the morning then we will flee to England and whoever is possibly aﬁer you will be forgotten about and you will not be in any form of harm. Come spend the night with me I will keep you company.” Foot steps running to the third ﬂoor as fast as lightning quickly emerged. Mr. Rochester clutched my hand and got out of bed. My heart was racing, my palms were sweating, and my head was pounding. I knew he was going to see who had been threatening me with these signs, and I knew he was taking me with him... We swiftly ran through the dark halls of Thornﬁeld, each glimpse of darkness ate at my
soul like a wild animal would eat at a already murdered corpse. As we were walking up stairs to
the eerie and mysterious third ﬂoor, each step taunted me and my fear escalated. Mr. Rochester became a beast, full of fury, and began pounding on a chamber door. The
laugh; it began just as it always begins, and then escalated. Mr. Rochester was continually
hitting the door as though his life depended on it, or mine in that matter. The laughter suddenly
stopped, locks began to unlock, there must have been more than three. The ﬁrst person I expected to see was the strange Grace Poole... but it wasn’t, its wasn’t at all. l g aten and the at the door happened to let out a Rochester seemed to ha
ve known her, and did not at all seem surprised at who answered the door. In a s lit sec
P 011d She leaped at me, but Mr. Rochester quickly grabbed hold of her. He calmly told me to o ' -
g downstalrs and stay in the nursery with Adele and to remain there until he has come for me. Sol obeyed. As I sat, unable to sleep things began to make sense. The strange lady who answarcd the chamber door was out to kill who ever had stolen Mr. Rochester’s heart, I had soon learned that ave her a new she was his ﬁrst devoted love and neither were able to let go of each other, so he g ,6“
home in Thornﬁeld with Grace Poole as her personal maid, however she began to go insane and (0'0 beat Grace on account of the unrequited love. That is why poor Ms. Poole had alw quiet one that @red the halls without a word. And the
ML Rochester’s last love interest, who was devote ays been the mystery of the laughter on the third
ﬂoor was solved: an insane woman, d to a man who could not love her, for his heart now belonged to me. ...
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