xpecting　nothing；　merging　night　in　day；　feeling　but　the　sensation　of　cold　when　I　let　the　fire　go　out；　of　hunger　when　I　forgot　to　eat：　and　then　a　ceaseless　sorrow；　and；　at　times；　a　very　delirium　of　desire　to　behold　my　Jane　again。　Yes：　for　her　restoration　I　longed；　far　more　than　for　that　of　my　lost　sight。　How　can　it　be　that　Jane　is　with　me；　and　says　she　loves　me？　Will　she　not　depart　as　suddenly　as　she　came？　To…morrow；　I　fear　I　shall　find　her　no　more。”

A　monplace；　practical　reply；　out　of　the　train　of　his　own　disturbed　ideas；　was；　I　was　sure；　the　best　and　most　reassuring　for　him　in　this　frame　of　mind。　I　passed　my　finger　over　his　eyebrows；　and　remarked　that　they　were　scorched；　and　that　I　would　apply　something　which　would　make　them　grow　as　broad　and　black　as　ever。

“Where　is　the　use　of　doing　me　good　in　any　way；　beneficent　spirit；　when；　at　some　fatal　moment；　you　will　again　desert　me—passing　like　a　shadow；　whither　and　how　to　me　unknown；　and　for　me　remaining　afterwards　undiscoverable？

“Have　you　a　pocket…b　about　you；　sir？”

“What　for；　Jane？”

“Just　to　b　out　this　shaggy　black　mane。　I　find　you　rather　alarming；　when　I　examine　you　close　at　hand：　you　talk　of　my　being　a　fairy；　but　I　am　sure；　you　are　more　like　a　brownie。”

“Am　I　hideous；　Jane？”

“Very；　sir：　you　always　were；　you　know。”

“Humph！　The　wickedness　has　not　been　taken　out　of　you；　wherever　you　have　sojourned。”

“Yet　I　have　been　with　good　people；　far　better　than　you：　a　hundred　tim