He kissed me. "I'm no better than that old,broken tree at Thornfield,"he said. "I can't expect to have a fresh young flower like you by my side,all my life!" "You are still stong,sir,and young plant need a tree's strength and safety to help them." "Jane,will you marry me,a poor blind man with one hand,twenty years older than you?" "Yes,sir." "My darling!We'll be married in three days' time,Jane.Thank God! You know I never thought much of religion? Well,last Monday night,I was siting by an open window,praying for peace and happiness in my dark life. In my heart and soul I wanted you.I cried out 'Jane' three times." "Last Monday night,around midnight?"I asked,amazed. "Yes,but this is the strange thing. I heard a voice calling 'I'm coming to you,wait for me!'and 'Where are you?' Jane,it was your voice I heard. It was a sign from God!" I told him how I had spoken those words many miles away,on that exact night. "I thank God!"said Edward Rochester,"and ask Him to help me live a better life in the future!" Together we returned to Ferndean Manor,Edward leaning on my shoulder.