mused—for ten minutes he held counsel with himself: he formed his resolve, and announced it:—
"Enough—all shall bolt out at once, like the bullet from the barrel.—Wood, close your book and take off your surplice; John Green, (to the clerk) leave the church: there will be no wedding to-day:" the man obeyed.
Mr. Rochester continued, hardily and recklessly: "Bigamy is an ugly word!—I meant, however, to be a bigamist: but fate has outmanœuvred me; or Providence has checked me,—perhaps the last. I am little better than a devil at this moment; and, as my pastor there would tell me, deserve no doubt the sternest judgments of God,—even to the quenchless fire and deathless worm. Gentlemen, my plan is broken up!—what this lawyer and his client say is true: I have been married; and the woman to whom I was married lives! You say you never heard of a Mrs. Rochester at the house up yonder, Wood: but I daresay you have many a time inclined your ear to gossip about the mysterious lunatic kept there under watch and ward. Some
