I rose: I was dressed; for I had taken off nothing but my shoes.

I knew where to find in my drawers some linen, a locket, a ring.

In seeking these articles, I encountered the beads of a pearl necklace Mr.Rochester had forced me to accept a few days ago.

I left that; it was not mine: it was the visionary bride's who had melted in air.

The other articles I made up in a parcel; my purse, containing twenty shillings (it was all I had), I put in my pocket: I tied on my straw bonnet, pinned my shawl, took the parcel and my slippers, which I would not put on yet, and stole from my room.
"Farewell, kind Mrs.Fairfax!" I whispered, as I glided past her door.
"Farewell, my darling Adele!" I said, as I glanced towards the nursery.
No thought could be admitted of entering to embrace her.