"Who is it? What is it? Who speaks?"

"pilot knows me，and John and Mary know I am here. I came only this evening," I answered.

"Great God!- what delusion has e over me? What sweet madness has seized me?"

"No delusion- no madness: your mind，sir，is too strong for delusion，your health too sound for frenzy."

"And where is the speaker? Is it only a voice? Oh! I cannot see，but I must feel，or my heart will stop and my brain burst. Whatever- whoever you are- be perceptible to the touch or I cannot live!"

He groped; I arrested his wandering hand，and prisoned it in both mine.

"Her very fingers!" he cried; "her small，slight fingers! If so there must be more of her."

The muscular hand broke from my custody; my arm was seized，my shoulder- neck- waist- I was entwined and gathered to him.

"Is it Jane? What is it? This is her shape- this is her size-"

"And this her voice," I added. "She is all here: her heart，too.

God bless you，sir! I am glad to be so near you again."

"Jane Eyre!- Jane Eyre," was all he said.

"My dear master," I answered，"I am Jane Eyre: I have found you out- I am e back to you."

"In truth?- in the flesh? My living Jane?"

"You touch me，sir,- you hold me，and fast enough: I am not cold like a corpse，nor vacant like air，am I?"

"My living darling! These are certainly her limbs，and these her features; but I cannot be so blest，after all my misery. It is a dream; such dreams as I have had at night when I have clasped her once more to my heart，as I do now; and kissed her，as thus- and felt that she loved me，and trusted that she would not leave me."

"Which I never will，sir，from this day."