Some hours later, I woke up. A terrible cry had woken me. The moon was bright. Its light was shining through my window. I listened.Then I heard somebody shouting. The voice came from the top corridor. „Help! Help!“ I got out of bed and I put on a dress and some shoes. I opened my door. All the guests were in the corridor outside te bedrooms. They were all asking questions. „What happened?“ they asked. „Is there a fire? Who is hurt? Where is Mr. Rochester?“
Hostia vychádzali zo svojich izieb znepokojene sa jeden druhého pýtali, čo sa deje a kde je pán Rochester. Pán Rochester zvládol začínajúcu paniku. Tíšil dámy a nenápadne všetkých posúval naspäť do izieb. Povedal, že niekomu zo služobníctva snívali zlé sny, ale že už je všetko v poriadku. Ale nebolo…
Soon, somebody knocked on my door. I opened the door. Mr. Rochester was standing in the corridor. „Jane, follow me. Do not make a sound,“ Mr. Rochester said.
We went up to the top corridor. Mr. Rochester unlocked a door and we went inside a room.
Mr. Mason was sitting on a chair in the room. His face was pale. And his shirt was covered with blood! Then I heard a terrible laught. The sound came from the next room.

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