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side of the yard; the carriage horses stamped from time to time in
their closed stables: all else was still.
The gentlemen now appeared. Mason, supported by Mr. Rochester and
the surgeon, seemed to walk with tolerable ease: they assisted him
into the chaise; Carter followed.
'Take care of him,' said Mr. Rochester to the latter, 'and keep him
at your house till he is quite well: I shall ride over in a day or two
to see how he gets on. Richard, how is it with you?'
'The fresh air revives me, Fairfax.'
'Leave the window open on his side, Carter; there is no wind
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good-bye, Dick.'
'Fairfax-'
'Well, what is it?'
'Let her be taken care of; let her be treated as tenderly as may
be: let her- ' he stopped and burst into tears.
'I do my best; and have done it, and will do it,' was the answer:
he shut up the chaise door, and the vehicle drove away.
'Yet would to God there was an end of all this!' added Mr.
Rochester, as he closed and barred the heavy yard-gates.
This done, he moved with slow step and abstracted air towards a
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