簡(jiǎn)愛(ài)
"It wasn't a dream.It really happened! When I woke up this morning,I looked on the floor,and there was the torn veil!" Mr. Rochester suddenly trembled. "Oh,God!To think what she might have done...!" he cried,throwing his arms around me. "Thank God you're not hurt!" After a few moments he said calmly, "Now,Jane,that woman in your room must have been Grace Poole. Nothing else could have happened." "Maybe you're right," I said slowly,but I was not sure. "Jane,one day I'll tell you why she lives here. I promise you.Tonight you should sleep in Adele's room. Nothing can hurt you there. Have happy dreams,about our wedding!"