ping； I continued in dreams the idea of a dark and gusty night。 I continued also the wish to be with you； and experienced a strange； regretful consciousness of some barrier dividing us。 During all my first sleep； I was following the windings of an unknown road； total obscurity environed me； rain pelted me； I was burdened with the charge of a little child： a very small creature； too young and feeble to walk； and which shivered in my cold arms； and wailed piteously in my ear。 I thought； sir； that you were on the road a long way before me； and I strained every nerve to overtake you； and made effort on effort to utter your name and entreat you to stop— but my movements were fettered； and my voice still died away inarticulate； while you； I felt； withdrew farther and farther every moment。”
“And these dreams weigh on your spirits now； Jane； when I am close to you？ Little nervous subject！ Forget visionary woe； and think only of real happiness！ You say you love me； Ja： yes—I will not forget that； and you cannot deny it。 those words did not die inarticulate on your lips。 I heard them clear and soft： a thought too solemn perhaps； but sweet as music—‘I think it is a glorious thing to have the hope of living with you； Edward； because I love you。’ Do you love me； Jane？—repeat it。”
“I do； sir—I do； with my whole heart。”
“Well；” he said； after some minutes’ silence； “it is strange； but that sentence has perated by breast painfully。 Why？ I think because you said it with such an earnest； religious energy； and because your upward gaze at me now is the very sublime of faith； truth； and devotion： it is too much as if some spirit were near me。 Look wicked； Jane： as you know well how to look： coin one of your wild； shy； provoking smiles； tell me you hate me—tease me； vex