"I saw nothing, but I heard a voice somewhere cry--
'Jane! Jane! Jane!'--nothing more.
'O God! What is it?' I gasped.
I might have said 'Where is it' for it did not seem in the room, nor in the house, nor in the garden; it did not come out of the air, nor from under the earth, nor from overhead. I had heard it--where, or whence, for ever impossible to know! And it was the voice of a human being--a known, loved, well-remembered voice--that of Edward Fairfax Rochester; and it spoke in pain and woe, wildly, eerily, urgently.
'I am coming!' I cried. 'Wait for me! Oh, I will come!'"
~ Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre page 456
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