For two days I rode the coach, and then I walked and begged, and hunger nearly finished me on the moor. A light in a window saved me, and the household that took me in proved to be my own cousins. An uncle in Madeira left me twenty thousand pounds, and I divided it into four equal shares. St John Rivers asked me to marry him and go to India as a missionary, and he pressed until my will began to bend. Then across the miles I heard Mr Rochester's voice call my name, and I answered it aloud. I went back and found Thornfield a black ruin: his wife had fired the house and thrown herself from the roof, and he had lost a hand and his sight saving the servants. At Ferndean I put my hand into his, and reader, I married him.