PARTTHREE-AYOUNGWOMANATTHORNFIELDCHAPTERSEVENMr.Rochester OnedayinJanuaryIhadafreeafternoon,andIdecidedtotakeafastwalk.Iwantedtogetsomeexerciseandseemoreofthearea.Itwasasunnywinterday,andIwasenjoyingthefreshairandbluesky.Istoppedontheroadandwatchedthesungodowninthetreesbehindthehouse.SuddenlyIheardahorsecoming.AsIwatched,itslippedandfellontheicyground,andtheriderfelloff.Irantotryandhelptheman,whowastalkingtohimselfangrilyashetriedtostandup."Areyouhurt,sir?CanIhelpyou?"Iasked."No,"hesaid.Clearlyhisleghurthim,andhesatdownquickly."Ifyouneedhelp,sir,IcangetsomeonefromThornfieldHall,"Isaid."Thankyou,butIdon'tneedanyone.Ihaven'tbrokenanybones,"hereplied.Hewastallandstronglooking.Hehadadarkfaceanddarkeyes,andwasaboutthirty-five.Althoughhewasstrangeandangrylooking,somehowIwantedtohelphim."Sir,Iwon'tleaveyoualoneonthisroad,untilIseethatyoucangetonyourhorseagain,"Isaid.WhenIsaidthisthemanlookedatmeforthefirsttime.Hestudiedmyfaceforamoment."Ithinkyoushouldbeathomeyourself!"hesaid. "Doyoulivenearhere?""Yes,sir.Iliveinthathouseoverthere,"Isaid."YouliveatThornfieldHall?"heasked,surprised.Hepointedtothehouse.Itwasnowevening,andallthelightsinthewindowswereon.