d yourself； put your finger on my pulse； feel how it throbs； and— beware！”
He bared his wrist； and offered it to me： the blood was forsaking his cheek and lips； they were growing livid； I was distressed on all hands。 To agitate him thus deeply； by a resistance he so abhorred； was cruel： to yield was out of the question。 I did what human beings do instinctively when they are driven to utter extremity— looked for aid to one higher than man： the words “God help me！” burst involuntarily from my lips。
“I am a fool！” cried Mr。 Rochester suddenly。 “I keep telling her I am not married； and do not explain to her why。 I forget she knows nothing o