"Let me be torn away," then I cried. "Let another help me!"
"No; you shall tear yourself away, none shall help you: you shall yourself pluck out your right eye;
yourself cut off your right hand: your heart shall be the victim, and you the priest to transfix it."
I rose up suddenly, terror-struck at the solitude which so ruthless a judge haunted,
at the silence which so awful a voice filled.
My head swam as I stood erect. I perceived that I was sickening from excitement and inanition;
neither meat nor drink had passed my lips that day, for I had taken no breakfast.
And, with a strange pang, I now reflected that, long as I had been shut up here,
no message had been sent to ask how I was, or to invite me to come down:
not even little Adèle had tapped at the door; not even Mrs. Fairfax had sought me.
"Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes," I murmured, as I undrew the bolt and passed out.
I stumbled over an obstacle: my head was still dizzy, my sight was dim, and my limbs were feeble.
I could not soon recover myself. I fell, but not on to the ground: an outstretched arm caught me.
I looked up -- I was supported by Mr. Rochester, who sat in a chair across my chamber threshold.