"Oh yes, sir, she did."
"And she probably told you why I went there. Well, you must see t he carriage I've bought her, Jane. My future wife will riding in it. [-----1-----]"
I said nothing, but thought, "To someone who loves you, you are handsome enough."
Sometimes it seemed to me that Mr. Rochester knew what I was thinking, but this time he only smiled at me, and opened the gate.
"Come in, Jane, my dear friend," he said, "and welcome home!"
I walked pass him. [-----2-----], but also because I knew I loved him. Something made me turn and say quickly, before I could stop myself, "Thank you, sir, for your kind words. I'm glad to come back to you, and... wherever I am, [-----3-----]-- my only home," Iran across the field and into the house before he could answer me.
Two weeks passed, but I heard nothing more about the wedding. Blanche Ingram lived close to Thornfield, but I never saw her. I wondered when Mr. Rochester would marry her.
It was the middle of summer, and every day the sun shone on the golden fields and the cool, green, dark forest. One evening, after Adele had gone to sleep, I went into the garden. I wanted to be alone, but then I saw that Mr. Rochester wasalready in the garden. I hoped that he would not see me as I walked quietly back to the house, but he turned around
