As I rose and dressed, I thought over what had happened, and wondered if it were a dream. I could not be certain of the reality till I had seen Mr. Rochester again, and heard him renew his words of love and promise.
While arranging my hair, I looked at my fa the glass, a it was no longer plain: there was hope in its asped life in its colour; and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld the fount of fruition, and borrowed beams from the lustrous ripple. I had often been unwilling to look at my master, because I feared he could not be pleased at my look; but I was sure I might lift my face to his now, and not cool his affe by its expression. I took a plain but and light summer dress from my draut it on: it seemed no attire had ever so well bee, because none had I ever worn in so blissful a mood.
I was not surprised, when I ran down into the hall, to see that a brilliant June m had succeeded to the tempest of the night; and to feel, through the open glass doo……（内容加载失败！）
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