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JANE EYRE.
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sought Mr. Mason, delivered the message, and preceded him from the room: I ushered him into the library, and then I went up stairs.
At a late hour, after I had been in bed some time, I heard the visitors repair to their chambers: I distinguished Mr. Rochester's voice, and heard him say, "This way, Mason; this is your room."
He spoke cheerfully: the gay tones set my heart at ease. I was soon asleep.
