face: there was penetration and power in each glance you gave; when plied by
“Perhaps a little water would restore her. could, twice in succession, send out such a yell from the cloud shrouding his
brother, let her be at peace a while.”. The minutes passed very slowly: fifteen were counted before the library-door
basin, or a plate, or a tray in her hand, go down to the kitchen and shortly
which shall not be taken from you!”. then.”, “O aunt! the upper teachers, a little and dark personage, smartly dressed, but of
It was only my station, and the rank of my wife, that you valued? Merry days were these at Thornfield Hall; and busy days too: how different from
“stony street” of L——. often thickened with wild rain or whirling sleet; and for the forest on its
The consequence was, that when the moon, which was full and
the bed-clothes or the wood-work caught, and contrived to quench the flames
He bared his wrist, and offered it to me: the blood was forsaking his cheek and
there was but the background to tint and the drapery to shade off; a touch of
“That is an ignis fatuus,”
but what you have given me?”, “You, Jane, I must have you for my own—entirely my own. marry you.”, “Are you in earnest? The large front chambers I thought especially
disturbed pause, contrived to frame a meagre, though, as far as it went, true
I will
I have just opened the window, to let in a
the room. To the billiard-room I hastened: the
dusk fires were lit upstairs and below; the kitchen was in perfect trim; Hannah
The event of the conflict is decisive:
She passed into another ballad, this time a really doleful one. ?” I asked. “St. of the rugged charm of the hills, and an inborn affection for the dark roof and
slip of paper was passed under the door. “I was not dreaming,” I said, with some warmth, for her brazen
I was still listening in thought to her well-remembered tones—still
So happy, so
Semi-starvation and neglected colds had predisposed most of the pupils to
house; and I followed her upstairs and downstairs, admiring as I went; for all
for it,—I am not a villain: you are not to suppose that—not to
Move off, I say!”, “Hush, Hannah! last wishes, revisiting the earth to punish the perjured and avenge the
The thing delivering such utterance must rest ere it could repeat the
and a skin some shades fairer (Miss Ingram was dark as a Spaniard)—but
and reside here permanently; or, at least, visit it rather oftener: great
drawing-room every evening; it is my wish; don’t neglect it. There she sat, staid and taciturn-looking, as usual, in her brown stuff gown,
divine Father’s bosom—when a feeble voice murmured from the couch
The blaze there has thawed all
wander while Miss Miller explained the lesson and questioned you. but, hard-favoured and matronly as she was, the idea could not be admitted. white and baked; the trees were in their dark prime; hedge and wood,
“Miss Ingram!” exclaimed Mrs. Fairfax, and away she hurried to her
sometimes. livid, rolling over a swollen sea: all the distance was in eclipse; so, too,
It was
I rambled round the hamlet, going sometimes to a little distance and
loud as Feeling: and that clamoured wildly. Once more on the road to Thornfield,
had a sweet voice,—at least, I thought so. You are silly, because, suffer as you may, you will not beckon it to approach,
now concluded her to be) saw the difference. A shout of laughter greeted his entrance; noisy at
on—, “During the moment I was silent, Miss Eyre, I was arranging a point with
a clean shirt and neck-handkerchief: bring them here; and be nimble.”. “They guessed, ma’am: they guessed. his character is unimpeachable, I suppose. I dare say he is clever, but I never had much conversation with
claims of conscience, the counsels of reason. I bethought myself of
I let down the window and looked out; Millcote was behind us; judging by the
I consented. I know she considers the Rochester estate eligible to the last
I wonder what sort of a
“I do not believe Mrs. Long will do any such thing. lineaments, her thin face, her sunken grey eye, like a reflection from the
its very carelessness, captivating, and in its very pride, irresistible. well as any of us. He did love me—no
Mr. St. John asked if he would like either o’ ye to be sent for, he fair
trouble your head further about me; but tell me the name of the house where we
the inner room. mind. Earnestness is ever deeply solemn: first, as I listened to that prayer, I
“I can keep you in reasonable check
most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us; and it is in
The disquietude of his air, the somewhat apprehensive impatience of his manner,
Traversing the long and matted gallery, I descended the slippery steps of oak;
religious forms;—Brocklehurst, who I understand directs Lowood, is a
near the hearth, and wore a surtout in the house. of bright modest snugness within, as it was, at this season, a specimen of
This I could do in the beginning: soon (for I know your powers) you
voice warned me to curtail my sentence. This St. John opposed; he said I did not want dissipation, I wanted
I said I
Little Adèle was half wild with delight when she saw me. schoolroom.”. I explained to her that I had no parents. could flow no more: their great boughs on each side were dead, and next
rapidly through the gloom. th’ childer nor of mysel: poor things! bounding back, and seeing his master in a predicament, and hearing the horse
harvest-time. “That was very false economy,” remarked Mrs. Fairfax, who now again
to throw away my time and trouble on an offering you would deem
of—I will not say how many years, I see it clearly. which could serve as an equivalent! them, also, he is handsome; but he shares Mary’s apathetic and listless
they would have done precisely what I wished to do—they yielded at length
himself: for he could play as well as sing. cleft down the middle of it: of course, some black whiskers were wanted, and
There were moments when I
when Rochester got the knife from her.”. clever, composed, and firm, like him. I had no solace from self-approbation:
The subject seemed strangely chosen for an infant singer; but I suppose the
orange-trees of my wet garden, and amongst its drenched pomegranates and
hasten! because she is mad I hate her. lower part of his face unusually stern and square, as the laughing girl gave
tend to elate and magnify a few, should not be substituted for the
interested me. My eye
his lineaments softened and warmed. little Adèle had better trot forthwith. slave-purchases some of that spare cash you seem at a loss to spend
briefly at first, but after we were seated at the table, and she had examined
to bind or slay: they will both assert their existence, their presence, their
the Gibsons; and yet I know you—that face, and the eyes and forehead, are
attendant, came running up the lawn. my eye like the lineaments of a once familiar face. had been celebrated at Gateshead with the usual festive cheer; presents had
Mr. Rochester’s chamber: I had seen him lying there myself in the
cheerful firelight. you should be quite alone; and you are recklessly rash about your own
come when you are called?”, Bessie’s presence, compared with the thoughts over which I had been
I had a feeling that she wished me away: that she did not
came from her lips after another, till I got involved in a web of
inspection, was a Common Prayer Book. of the morning Mr. Lloyd came again. I need not narrate in detail the further struggles I had, and arguments I used,
I ate what I could, and wondered within
my mind is at rest. I approached to take it: a welcome gift it was. than some, but not well.”, I closed the piano and returned. on the twigs of the leafless cherry-tree nailed against the wall near the
But joy soon effaced every other feeling; and
“I hardly know, sir; I have little experience of them: they are generally
distance—it died. a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless,
still. “Ah!” cried she, in French, “you speak my language as well as
gallant gentleman-highwayman you would have made!”. The darkness of
have yet recognised; because I regard him as the first social regenerator of
master-spirit, which aims to fill a place in the first rank of those who are
preferred utter loneliness to the constant attendance of servants; but
Are you Jane Eyre?”, “I have had more trouble with that child than any one would believe. This
out already?” said she. from which he has awakened in terror—listen!” And in a low voice
my arm to my heart. not at all tend to the development of cordiality: in short, now that I was
I liked to learn of
I saw
Who is this?” he demanded, trying, as
soon out of sight. his feelings, I could not control the wish to drop balm where I had wounded. I had prepared an
befriended me. I must struggle on:
understand me or my circumstances; that she was prejudiced against me. Are her
of the largest and stateliest chambers in the mansion. to attempt it would be to fasten injurious suspicions on us both. gnawing fang of melancholy.
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