ushallnotstayhere,norwillI.IwaswroyoutoThornfieldHall,knowingasIdidhowitwashaunted.Ichargedthemtocealfromyou,beforeIeversawyou,allknowledgeofthecurseoftheplace;merelybecauseIfearedAdèleneverwouldhaveagoverostayifshekhwhatinmateshewashoused,andmyplanswouldmetoremovethemaniacelsewhere—thoughIpossessanoldhouse,FerndeanManor,eveiredandhiddenthanthis,whereIcouldhavelodgedhersafelyenough,hadnotascrupleabouttheuhinessofthesituation,intheheartofawood,mademyscerecoilfromthearra.Probablythosedampwallswouldsoonhaveeasedmeofhercharge:buttoeachvillainhisownvidmineisnotateoiassassination,evenofwhatImosthate.

    “cealingthemad-woman’sneighbourhoodfromyou,however,wassomethinglikecachildwithacloakandlayingitdoas-tree:thatdemon’sviageispoisoned,andalwayswas.ButI’llshutupThornfieldHall:I’llnailupthefrontdoorandboardthelowerwindows:I’llgiveMrs.Pooletwohundredayeartoliveherewithmywife,asyoutermthatfearfulhag:Gracewilldomuoney,andsheshallhaveherson,thekeeperatGrimsbyRetreat,tobearherpanyahandtogiveheraidintheparoxysms,whenmywifeispromptedbyherfamiliartoburnpeopleintheirbedsatnight,tostabthem,tobitetheirfleshfromtheirbones,andsoon—”

    “Sir,”Iinterruptedhim,“youareinexorableforthatunfortunatelady:youspeakofherwithhate—withvindictiveantipathy.Itiscruel—sheothelpbeingmad.”

    “Jane,mylittledarling(soIwillcallyou,forsoyouare),youdon’tknowwhatyouaretalkingabout;youmisjudgemeagain:itisnotbecausesheismadIhateher.Ifyouweremad,doyouthinkIshouldhateyou?”

    “Idoindeed,sir.”

    “Thenyouar