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'Why? How?' My blood was again running cold. 'Where is he?' I
demanded. 'Is he in England?'
'Ay- ay- he's in England; he can't get out of England, I fancy-
he's a fixture now.'
What agony was this! And the man seemed resolved to protract it.
'He is stone-blind,' he said at last. 'Yes, he is stone-blind, is
Mr. Edward.'
I had dreaded worse. I had dreaded he was mad. I summoned
strength to ask what had caused this calamity.
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'It was all his own courage, and a body may say, his kindness, in a
way, ma'am: he wouldn't leave the house till every one else was out
before him. As he came down the great staircase at last, after Mrs.
Rochester had flung herself from the battlements, there was a great
crash- all fell. He was taken out from under the ruins, alive, but
sadly hurt: a beam had fallen in such a way as to protect him
partly; but one eye was knocked out, and one hand so crushed that
Mr. Carter, the surgeon, had to amputate it directly. The other eye
inflamed: he lost the sight of that also. He is now helpless,
indeed- blind and a cripple.'
'Where is he? Where does he now live?'
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