PART THREE - A YOUNG WOMAN AT THORNFIELD
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Mr. Rochester's Story

"Jane, can you imagine my horrible life when you have left me? I will be alone, with no one but that mad woman upstairs. Where will I find friendship, and love, and hope?"

"Sir, [-----1-----]. Live without doing wrong, and die hoping to go to heaven," I said. I had never said anything harder.
"But all that is impossible without you! And... and [-----2-----]!" He sounded like a desperate man, and I knew what he said was true. But I also knew that I was right to leave him.

He seemed to read my thoughts. He grabbed me and stared fiercely into my eyes. He could have broken me in two with one hand, but he could not break my spirit. I stared firmly back at him, even thought I was small and weak.

"Your eyes, Jane," he said, "are the eyes of a bird. Even if I break your cage, I can't reach you, you beautiful girl! You'll fly away from me. But you could choose to fly to me!" He let me go, and only looked at me. How hard it was to resist that look!

"I am going, Mr. Rochester," I said. My heart was breaking.

"[-----3-----]? Oh Jane, my hope...my love...my life!" And he threw himself into a chair. I had reached the door and was about to leave, but I could not. I walked back, bent over Mr. Rochester, and kissed his cheek.

Vocabulary Focus

read my thoughts：看出了我的心思。注意不要把read翻译成“读”。