"You see, Mr. Briggs spoke of a Jane Eyre, but I only knew a Jane Elliott," said St. John. "Are you Jane Eyre?"
"Well, yes." I cried. "But doesn't Mr. Briggs know anything at all about Mr. Rochester?"
"Briggs isn't interested in Mr. Rochester. He's interested in you. Don't you want to know why?"
"Well, what did he want?" [-----1-----].
"He wanted to tell you that your uncle, John Eyre of Madeira, is dead. He has left you all his money, and you are now rich. That is all." I sat down in a chair, my legs shaking. rich! One moment I was poor, the next moment I was wealthy. I could not believe it. I was very sorry that my uncle was dead, because he was the only family I had left. However, I would never have to worry about money again! [-----2-----]!
"Wouldn't you like to know how much money you have, Jane Eyre?" said St. John. "It's only a little bit--just twenty thousand pounds, I think."
"Twenty thousand pounds!" I thought I would faint from surprise. I had never heard St. John laugh before, but [-----3-----]. "Perhaps... perhaps you've made a mistake." I cried nervously.
"No, there's no mistake," he said, smiling. "Now I must go. Good night." He was about to leave when I said suddenly, "Wait! Stop! Why did Mr. Briggs write to you, if he wanted to find me?"
"Oh, I'm a church man," he laughed. "I have ways of discovering interesting things."
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