Chapter 24

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​​​‌‌‌‌‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌‌​‌​​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​‌⁠As I rose and dressed, I thought over what had happened, and wondered if it were a dream. I could not be certain of the reality till I had seen Mr. Rochester again, and heard him renew his words of love and promise.

While arranging my hair, I looked at my face in the glass, and felt it was no longer plain: there was hope in its aspect and life in its colour; and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld