"[-----1-----]," he cried, holding out his arms to me. But I turned and ran out of the room.
That night I could not sleep because I was crying so hard. When I woke up, I took a few clothes, and put a little money in a purse. As I went downstairs, I could hear Mr. Rochester in his room, walking around and around. [-----2-----], with him. I just had to enter and say, "I will love you and live with you forever!" My hand moved towards the handle of the door. Almost, I opened it. But I stopped myself, and walked quietly out of the house.
Walking on the road, I could not help thinking of how Mr. Rochester would feel when he saw that I had left him. I hated myself for hurting him, [-----3-----]. I wanted desperately to be with him, to comfort him, but somehow, I made myself keep walking. When a coach pased, I asked to travel on it until I had no more money. Inside the coach, I cried the most terrible tears of my life. I felt that I would never be happy again.
