Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74940.87Mary and I would have esteemed ourselves rich with a thousand pounds each; and to St. John such a sum would have been valuable, for the good it would have enabled him to do."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73400.84As to Mr. St John, the intimacy which had arisen so naturally and rapidly between me and his sisters did not extend to him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83930.83When Diana and Mary returned, the former found her scholar transferred from her to her brother: she laughed, and both she and Mary agreed that St. John should never have persuaded them to such a step.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80340.83"Merely to tell you that your uncle, Mr. Eyre of Madeira, is dead; that he has left you all his property, and that you are now rich -- merely that -- nothing more."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71680.83Old Mr. Rivers, she said, was a plain man enough, but a gentleman, and of as ancient a family as could be found.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62170.83My father and my brother Rowland knew all this; but they thought only of the thirty thousand pounds, and joined in the plot against me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59550.83Mr. Eyre mentioned the intelligence; for he knew that my client here was acquainted with a gentleman of the name of Rochester.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74920.82My father always cherished the idea that he would atone for his error by leaving his possessions to us; that letter informs us that he has bequeathed every penny to the other relation, with the exception of thirty guineas, to be divided between St. John, Diana, and Mary Rivers, for the purchase of three mourning rings.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85540.81"St. John," I returned, "I regard you as a brother -- you, me as a sister: so let us continue."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22370.81Mr. Rowland Rochester was not quite just to Mr. Edward; and perhaps he prejudiced his father against him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81110.79Mr. Briggs, being Mr. Eyre's solicitor, wrote to us last August to inform us of our uncle's death, and to say that he had left his property to his brother the clergyman's orphan daughter, overlooking us, in consequence of a quarrel, never forgiven, between him and my father.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69020.79that's t' last o' t' old stock -- for ye and Mr. St. John is like of different soart to them 'at's gone; for all your mother wor mich i' your way, and a'most as book-learned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98100.78Diana and Mary Rivers are both married: alternately, once every year, they come to see us, and we go to see them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72570.78"Which, if you like, you have, in my opinion, a right to keep, both from St. John and every other questioner," remarked Diana.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52460.78He is a proud man: all the Rochesters were proud: and his father, at least, liked money.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51660.78Do you think I am a Jew-usurer, seeking good investment in land?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40510.78I went; sought the repository he had mentioned, found the articles named, and returned with them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16810.78"She is Mr. Rochester's ward; he commissioned me to find a governess for her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89930.75Go up to that man, and inquire if Mr. Rochester be at home."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88400.75Henceforward, I knew what fate St. John feared for me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88240.75"And yet St. John is a good man," said Diana.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85320.75"Consent, then, to his demand is possible: but for one item -- one dreadful item.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81560.75Diana said they would both consider themselves rich with a thousand pounds, so with five thousand they will do very well."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81030.75-- that I was christened St. John Eyre Rivers?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75830.75What did St. John Rivers think of this earthly angel?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71370.75"The name, then, of that gentleman, is Mr. St. John Rivers?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11670.75"And now tell me who is the lady whom Mr. Brocklehurst called your benefactress?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98120.75Mary's is a clergyman, a college friend of her brother's, and, from his attainments and principles, worthy of the connection.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74900.75My uncle engaged afterwards in more prosperous undertakings: it appears he realised a fortune of twenty thousand pounds.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48740.75"In about a month I hope to be a bridegroom," continued Mr. Rochester; "and in the interim, I shall myself look out for employment and an asylum for you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59540.75When your uncle received your letter intimating the contemplated union between yourself and Mr. Rochester, Mr. Mason, who was staying at Madeira to recruit his health, on his way back to Jamaica, happened to be with him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61960.73Mr. Mason, he found, had a son and daughter; and he learned from him that he could and would give the latter a fortune of thirty thousand pounds: that sufficed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13770.73At this period she married, removed with her husband (a clergyman, an excellent man, almost worthy of such a wife) to a distant county, and consequently was lost to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85240.73If I join St. John, I abandon half myself: if I go to India, I go to premature death.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85180.73In leaving England, I should leave a loved but empty land -- Mr. Rochester is not there; and if he were, what is, what can that ever be to me?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76280.73"It is not a seasonable hour to intrude on Mr. Oliver," answered St. John.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71610.73"No more I ought," said she: "Mr. St. John tells me so too; and I see I wor wrang -- but I've clear a different notion on you now to what I had.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60720.73You have as good as said that I am a married man -- as a married man you will shun me, keep out of my way: just now you have refused to kiss me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58680.73Mr. Rochester continued, hardily and recklessly: "Bigamy is an ugly word!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28730.73I am no judge of music, but Mr. Rochester is; and I heard him say her execution was remarkably good."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84180.72In the course of my necessary correspondence with Mr. Briggs about the will, I had inquired if he knew anything of Mr. Rochester's present residence and state of health; but, as St. John had conjectured, he was quite ignorant of all concerning him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22390.72He did not like to diminish the property by division, and yet he was anxious that Mr. Edward should have wealth, too, to keep up the consequence of the name; and, soon after he was of age, some steps were taken that were not quite fair, and made a great deal of mischief.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17830.72Mr. Rochester was Mr. Rochester in her eyes; a gentleman, a landed proprietor -- nothing more: she inquired and searched no further, and evidently wondered at my wish to gain a more definite notion of his identity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98210.71St. John is unmarried: he never will marry now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97620.71Mr. Rochester told me to give you and Mary this."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86750.71"St. John, I am unhappy because you are still angry with me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81690.71What I want is, that you should write to your sisters and tell them of the fortune that has accrued to them."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81220.71"My uncle John was your uncle John?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73080.71"Right," said Mr. St. John, quite coolly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71380.71"Aye; St. John is like his kirstened name."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88330.84He addressed me precisely in his ordinary manner, or what had, of late, been his ordinary manner -- one scrupulously polite.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85060.83As a conductress of Indian schools, and a helper amongst Indian women, your assistance will be to me invaluable."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4860.83said I inwardly: "they all call Mrs. Reed my benefactress; if so, a benefactress is a disagreeable thing."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3450.83I asked Aunt Reed once, and she said possibly I might have some poor, low relations called Eyre, but she knew nothing about them."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73850.81He resumed - "And since I am myself poor and obscure, I can offer you but a service of poverty and obscurity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60820.81"Jane, my little darling (so I will call you, for so you are), you don't know what you are talking about; you misjudge me again: it is not because she is mad I hate her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43160.81"Well, you must have some money; you can't travel without money, and I daresay you have not much: I have given you no salary yet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32160.81-- and then we sermonised her on the presumption of attempting to teach such clever blades as we were, when she was herself so ignorant."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29570.81Leah had been saying something I had not caught, and the charwoman remarked - "She gets good wages, I guess?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26900.81"Yes, sir: there is a woman who sews here, called Grace Poole, -- she laughs in that way.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4110.79It puzzles me now to remember with what absurd sincerity I doated on this little toy, half fancying it alive and capable of sensation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18330.79"She is a person we have to sew and assist Leah in her housemaid's work," continued the widow; "not altogether unobjectionable in some points, but she does well enough.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76700.79I had amongst my scholars several farmers' daughters: young women grown, almost.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5790.79"But you are passionate, Jane, that you must allow: and now return to the nursery -- there's a dear -- and lie down a little."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5620.79People think you a good woman, but you are bad, hard- hearted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2900.79I daresay she is crying because she could not go out with Missis in the carriage," interposed Bessie.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28170.79Bessie Leaven had said I was quite a lady; and she spoke truth -- I was a lady.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3750.77"Not a great deal, to be sure," agreed Bessie: "at any rate, a beauty like Miss Georgiana would be more moving in the same condition."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37110.77I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a price I cannot afford to give.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29580.77"Yes," said Leah; "I wish I had as good; not that mine are to complain of, -- there's no stinginess at Thornfield; but they're not one fifth of the sum Mrs. Poole receives.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88090.76You are much too pretty, as well as too good, to be grilled alive in Calcutta."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72750.76"I left Lowood nearly a year since to become a private governess.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48090.76Never had he called me more frequently to his presence; never been kinder to me when there -- and, alas!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17810.76This was all the account I got from Mrs. Fairfax of her employer and mine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15150.76"I dare say you are clever, though," continued Bessie, by way of solace.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77030.75I had learnt her whole character, which was without mystery or disguise: she was coquettish but not heartless; exacting, but not worthlessly selfish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74090.75"It is a village school: your scholars will be only poor girls -- cottagers' children -- at the best, farmers' daughters.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6100.75"You are a strange child, Miss Jane," she said, as she looked down at me; "a little roving, solitary thing: and you are going to school, I suppose?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58940.75At our entrance, Mrs. Fairfax, Adele, Sophie, Leah, advanced to meet and greet us.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22730.75"I am not fond of the prattle of children," he continued; "for, old bachelor as I am, I have no pleasant associations connected with their lisp.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9640.75If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust, the wicked people would have it all their own way: they would never feel afraid, and so they would never alter, but would grow worse and worse.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42190.75"I daresay you hardly remember me, Miss," he said, rising as I entered; "but my name is Leaven: I lived coachman with Mrs. Reed when you were at Gateshead, eight or nine years since, and I live there still."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3570.75Again I reflected: I scarcely knew what school was: Bessie sometimes spoke of it as a place where young ladies sat in the stocks, wore backboards, and were expected to be exceedingly genteel and precise: John Reed hated his school, and abused his master; but John Reed's tastes were no rule for mine, and if Bessie's accounts of school-discipline (gathered from the young ladies of a family where she had lived before coming to Gateshead) were somewhat appalling, her details of certain accomplishments attained by these same young ladies were, I thought, equally attractive.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25840.73He was proud, sardonic, harsh to inferiority of every description: in my secret soul I knew that his great kindness to me was balanced by unjust severity to many others.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5800.73"I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5020.73angels sing Psalms;' says he, 'I wish to be a little angel here below;' he then gets two nuts in recompense for his infant piety."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31030.73As far as person went, she answered point for point, both to my picture and Mrs. Fairfax's description.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29560.73I once, indeed, overheard part of a dialogue between Leah and one of the charwomen, of which Grace formed the subject.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16840.73The enigma then was explained: this affable and kind little widow was no great dame; but a dependant like myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11960.73Barbara went out: she returned soon - "Madam, Mrs. Harden says she has sent up the usual quantity."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3510.72I shook my head: I could not see how poor people had the means of being kind; and then to learn to speak like them, to adopt their manners, to be uneducated, to grow up like one of the poor women I saw sometimes nursing their children or washing their clothes at the cottage doors of the village of Gateshead: no, I was not heroic enough to purchase liberty at the price of caste.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79820.72Charity carried the friendless thing to the house of its rich maternal relations; it was reared by an aunt-in-law, called (I come to names now) Mrs. Reed of Gateshead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93720.72I resumed a livelier vein of conversation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8690.72I wonder what sort of a girl she is -- whether good or naughty."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6900.72"Is there a little girl called Jane Eyre here?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6120.72"And won't you be sorry to leave poor Bessie?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46670.72"My disposition is not so bad as you think: I am passionate, but not vindictive.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45020.72"A strange wish, Mrs. Reed; why do you hate her so?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32870.72"And getting a good deal paler than you were -- as I saw at first sight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22780.72Nor do I particularly affect simple-minded old ladies.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18090.93I lingered in the long passage to which this led, separating the front and back rooms of the third storey: narrow, low, and dim, with only one little window at the far end, and looking, with its two rows of small black doors all shut, like a corridor in some Bluebeard's castle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4250.92From this window were visible the porter's lodge and the carriage- road, and just as I had dissolved so much of the silver-white foliage veiling the panes as left room to look out, I saw the gates thrown open and a carriage roll through.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_110.91I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat cross-legged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7280.90When it subsided, I saw them all drawn up in four semicircles, before four chairs, placed at the four tables; all held books in their hands, and a great book, like a Bible, lay on each table, before the vacant seat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30270.90When the evening was far advanced, a sound of music issued from the drawing-room, whither the piano had been removed; Adele and I sat down on the top step of the stairs to listen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2190.90It was night: a candle burnt on the table; Bessie stood at the bed-foot with a basin in her hand, and a gentleman sat in a chair near my pillow, leaning over me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1260.90Out of these deep surrounding shades rose high, and glared white, the piled-up mattresses and pillows of the bed, spread with a snowy Marseilles counterpane.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27580.88"Only master had been reading in his bed last night; he fell asleep with his candle lit, and the curtains got on fire; but, fortunately, he awoke before the bed-clothes or the wood-work caught, and contrived to quench the flames with the water in the ewer."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65470.88I sought the key of the side-door in the kitchen; I sought, too, a phial of oil and a feather; I oiled the key and the lock.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54970.88I placed his arm-chair by the chimney-corner: I wheeled the table near it: I let down the curtain, and had the candles brought in ready for lighting.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39240.88He glided up the gallery and up the stairs, and stopped in the dark, low corridor of the fateful third storey: I had followed and stood at his side.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52840.87The carriage was ready: they were bringing it round to the front, and my master was on the pavement, Pilot following him backwards and forwards.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39470.87he said; and I walked round to the other side of a large bed, which with its drawn curtains concealed a considerable portion of the chamber.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39050.86When dressed, I sat a long time by the window looking out over the silent grounds and silvered fields and waiting for I knew not what.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31270.86I sit in the shade -- if any shade there be in this brilliantly-lit apartment; the window-curtain half hides me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30260.86The hall lamp was now lit, and it amused her to look over the balustrade and watch the servants passing backwards and forwards.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92620.86This parlour looked gloomy: a neglected handful of fire burnt low in the grate; and, leaning over it, with his head supported against the high, old-fashioned mantelpiece, appeared the blind tenant of the room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68460.86I could see clearly a room with a sanded floor, clean scoured; a dresser of walnut, with pewter plates ranged in rows, reflecting the redness and radiance of a glowing peat-fire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15620.85I jumped up, took my muff and umbrella, and hastened into the inn- passage: a man was standing by the open door, and in the lamp-lit street I dimly saw a one-horse conveyance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59060.84In the deep shade, at the farther end of the room, a figure ran backwards and forwards.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40680.84You must open the middle drawer of my toilet-table and take out a little phial and a little glass you will find there, -- quick!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27460.84Leah stood up in the window-seat, rubbing the panes of glass dimmed with smoke.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21410.84-- Go, then, into the library; take a candle with you; leave the door open; sit down to the piano, and play a tune."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20220.84Two wax candles stood lighted on the table, and two on the mantelpiece; basking in the light and heat of a superb fire, lay Pilot -- Adele knelt near him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16310.84The steps and banisters were of oak; the staircase window was high and latticed; both it and the long gallery into which the bedroom doors opened looked as if they belonged to a church rather than a house.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90390.83No need to listen for doors opening -- to fancy steps on the pavement or the gravel-walk!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83200.83The vehicle had stopped at the wicket; the driver opened the door: first one well-known form, then another, stepped out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77400.83All about me was spotless and bright -- scoured floor, polished grate, and well-rubbed chairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59000.83He passed on and ascended the stairs, still holding my hand, and still beckoning the gentlemen to follow him, which they did.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56930.83"It drew aside the window-curtain and looked out; perhaps it saw dawn approaching, for, taking the candle, it retreated to the door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44640.83I approached the bed; I opened the curtains and leant over the high-piled pillows.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16500.83The hall-door, which was half of glass, stood open; I stepped over the threshold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15840.83The car stopped at the front door; it was opened by a maid-servant; I alighted and went in.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56620.83There was a light in the dressing-table, and the door of the closet, where, before going to bed, I had hung my wedding-dress and veil, stood open; I heard a rustling there.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26170.83Ere long, steps retreated up the gallery towards the third-storey staircase: a door had lately been made to shut in that staircase; I heard it open and close, and all was still.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25190.83she said, lifting her finger; and then she wrote in the air a memento, which ran in lurid hieroglyphics all along the house-front, between the upper and lower row of windows, 'Like it if you can!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19740.83The hall was not dark, nor yet was it lit, only by the high-hung bronze lamp; a warm glow suffused both it and the lower steps of the oak staircase.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6960.83I stood and warmed my numbed fingers over the blaze, then I looked round; there was no candle, but the uncertain light from the hearth showed, by intervals, papered walls, carpet, curtains, shining mahogany furniture: it was a parlour, not so spacious or splendid as the drawing-room at Gateshead, but comfortable enough.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6970.82I was puzzling to make out the subject of a picture on the wall, when the door opened, and an individual carrying a light entered; another followed close behind.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29730.82The hall, too, was scoured; and the great carved clock, as well as the steps and banisters of the staircase, were polished to the brightness of glass; in the dining-room, the sideboard flashed resplendent with plate; in the drawing-room and boudoir, vases of exotics bloomed on all sides.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13060.81I saw the outline of a form under the clothes, but the face was hid by the hangings: the nurse I had spoken to in the garden sat in an easy-chair asleep; an unsnuffed candle burnt dimly on the table.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13000.81Having descended a staircase, traversed a portion of the house below, and succeeded in opening and shutting, without noise, two doors, I reached another flight of steps; these I mounted, and then just opposite to me was Miss Temple's room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59660.81I heard him go as I stood at the half-open door of my own room, to which I had now withdrawn.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56170.81I came into this room, and the sight of the empty chair and fireless hearth chilled me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_530.81I tottered, and on regaining my equilibrium retired back a step or two from his chair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44840.81I brought a chair to the bed-head: I sat down and leaned over the pillow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26270.81Tongues of flame darted round the bed: the curtains were on fire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92080.81Entering a portal, fastened only by a latch, I stood amidst a space of enclosed ground, from which the wood swept away in a semicircle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90410.81The front was, as I had once seen it in a dream, but a well-like wall, very high and very fragile-looking, perforated with paneless windows: no roof, no battlements, no chimneys -- all had crashed in.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68900.81The woman rose: she opened a door, through which I dimly saw a passage: soon I heard her stir a fire in an inner room; she presently came back.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34140.84Lord Ingram flirted with Amy Eshton; Louisa played and sang to and with one of the Messrs. Lynn; and Mary Ingram listened languidly to the gallant speeches of the other.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31660.80The two proud dowagers, Lady Lynn and Lady Ingram, confabulate together.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1050.80Miss Abbot turned to divest a stout leg of the necessary ligature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76710.78These could already read, write, and sew; and to them I taught the elements of grammar, geography, history, and the finer kinds of needlework.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30910.78But the three most distinguished -- partly, perhaps, because the tallest figures of the band -- were the Dowager Lady Ingram and her daughters, Blanche and Mary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98290.77and hourly I more eagerly respond, -- 'Amen; even so come, Lord Jesus!'"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31210.77And Miss Ingram had looked down at her with a mocking air, and exclaimed, "Oh, what a little puppet!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8940.77This ominous tool she presented to Miss Scatcherd with a respectful curtesy; then she quietly, and without being told, unloosed her pinafore, and the teacher instantly and sharply inflicted on her neck a dozen strokes with the bunch of twigs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34130.74Sir George Lynn, Colonel Dent, and Mr. Eshton discussed politics, or county affairs, or justice business.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28440.74I believe there is quite a party assembled there; Lord Ingram, Sir George Lynn, Colonel Dent, and others."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8360.74"Did you say that tall lady was called Miss Temple?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52030.74Do you think Miss Ingram will not suffer from your dishonest coquetry?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33520.74exclaimed Colonel Dent, and the charade was solved.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17200.74Mama used to teach me to dance and sing, and to say verses.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56880.70"Of the foul German spectre -- the Vampyre."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32250.70Am I right, Baroness Ingram, of Ingram Park?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30880.70Colonel Dent was less showy; but, I thought, more lady-like.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23420.70Miss Eyre, I beg your pardon.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34860.68"I cannot possibly countenance any such inconsistent proceeding," chimed in the Dowager Ingram.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34370.68He bowed to Lady Ingram, as deeming her the eldest lady present.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31240.68Amy and Louisa Eshton had cried out simultaneously -- "What a love of a child!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8920.68My attention was now called off by Miss Smith desiring me to hold a skein of thread: while she was winding it, she talked to me from time to time, asking whether I had ever been at school before, whether I could mark, stitch, knit, &c.; till she dismissed me, I could not pursue my observations on Miss Scatcherd's movements.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80250.68"Briggs wrote to me of a Jane Eyre:" he said, "the advertisements demanded a Jane Eyre: I knew a Jane Elliott.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36880.68"Appearances would warrant that conclusion: and, no doubt (though, with an audacity that wants chastising out of you, you seem to question it), they will be a superlatively happy pair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33300.68At its termination, Colonel Dent and his party consulted in whispers for two minutes, then the Colonel called out - "Bride!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82780.68I had previously taken a journey to S- to purchase some new furniture: my cousins having given me CARTE BLANCHE to effect what alterations I pleased, and a sum having been set aside for that purpose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32470.67Miss Ingram, who had now seated herself with proud grace at the piano, spreading out her snowy robes in queenly amplitude, commenced a brilliant prelude; talking meantime.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8820.67At that hour most of the others were sewing likewise; but one class still stood round Miss Scatcherd's chair reading, and as all was quiet, the subject of their lessons could be heard, together with the manner in which each girl acquitted herself, and the animadversions or commendations of Miss Scatcherd on the performance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29190.65An hour or two sufficed to sketch my own portrait in crayons; and in less than a fortnight I had completed an ivory miniature of an imaginary Blanche Ingram.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7140.65Miss Miller again gave the word of command - "Monitors, fetch the supper-trays!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11930.65of which, however, I, to my dismay (for I was beginning to be hungry) discerned only a very small portion: Miss Temple discerned it too.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38980.65Amy and Louisa, return to your nests like a pair of doves, as you are.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32730.65said she, and again touching the piano, she commenced an accompaniment in spirited style.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97540.64Mary did look up, and she did stare at me: the ladle with which she was basting a pair of chickens roasting at the fire, did for some three minutes hang suspended in air; and for the same space of time John's knives also had rest from the polishing process: but Mary, bending again over the roast, said only - "Have you, Miss?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54170.63"Then, Jane, you must play the accompaniment."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53820.63I will not be your English Celine Varens.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49800.63What love have I for Miss Ingram?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4290.63"Miss Jane, take off your pinafore; what are you doing there?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42030.63there's Dent and Lynn in the stables!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38740.63cried Colonel Dent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3770.63cried the fervent Abbot.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36860.63"Yes; and to the beautiful Miss Ingram."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35390.63demanded the Misses Eshton.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35170.63exclaimed Henry Lynn.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35120.63"I think I had better just look in upon her before any of the ladies go," said Colonel Dent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34810.63cried Frederick Lynn.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31710.63With whom will Blanche Ingram pair?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15300.63"Oh, you are quite a lady, Miss Jane!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15230.63"That is one of my paintings over the chimney-piece."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15200.63"The Miss Reeds could not play as well!"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47150.89My journey seemed tedious -- very tedious: fifty miles one day, a night spent at an inn; fifty miles the next day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75140.88Was I very gleeful, settled, content, during the hours I passed in yonder bare, humble schoolroom this morning and afternoon?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14700.88In half-an-hour the carrier was to call for it to take it to Lowton, whither I myself was to repair at an early hour the next morning to meet the coach.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22500.87In the mornings he seemed much engaged with business, and, in the afternoon, gentlemen from Millcote or the neighbourhood called, and sometimes stayed to dine with him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16250.87"But I'll not keep you sitting up late to-night," said she; "it is on the stroke of twelve now, and you have been travelling all day: you must feel tired.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8590.86After dinner, we immediately adjourned to the schoolroom: lessons recommenced, and were continued till five o'clock.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7760.86She went on - "You had this morning a breakfast which you could not eat; you must be hungry: -- I have ordered that a lunch of bread and cheese shall be served to all."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45720.86Three times a day she studied a little book, which I found, on inspection, was a Common Prayer Book.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73410.85One reason of the distance yet observed between us was, that he was comparatively seldom at home: a large proportion of his time appeared devoted to visiting the sick and poor among the scattered population of his parish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47190.85The evening arrival at the great town of -- scattered these thoughts; night gave them quite another turn: laid down on my traveller's bed, I left reminiscence for anticipation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16200.85To be sure it is pleasant at any time; for Thornfield is a fine old hall, rather neglected of late years perhaps, but still it is a respectable place; yet you know in winter-time one feels dreary quite alone in the best quarters.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71760.83They had lived very little at home for a long while, and were only come now to stay a few weeks on account of their father's death; but they did so like Marsh End and Morton, and all these moors and hills about.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88350.82For the evening reading before prayers, he selected the twenty-first chapter of Revelation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77260.82He insisted, too, on my coming the next day to spend the evening at Vale Hall.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63700.82Yet, for a long time, I treated you distantly, and sought your company rarely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50400.82He hurried me up the walk, through the grounds, and into the house; but we were quite wet before we could pass the threshold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48000.82A fortnight of dubious calm succeeded my return to Thornfield Hall.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44060.82"She was talking of you only this morning, and wishing you would come, but she is sleeping now, or was ten minutes ago, when I was up at the house.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41090.82I, supposing he had done with me, prepared to return to the house; again, however, I heard him call "Jane!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29490.82The party were expected to arrive on Thursday afternoon, in time for dinner at six.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84170.81The craving to know what had become of him followed me everywhere; when I was at Morton, I re-entered my cottage every evening to think of that; and now at Moor House, I sought my bedroom each night to brood over it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11200.81CHAPTER VIII Ere the half-hour ended, five o'clock struck; school was dismissed, and all were gone into the refectory to tea.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10460.81You are aware that my plan in bringing up these girls is, not to accustom them to habits of luxury and indulgence, but to render them hardy, patient, self-denying.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90580.80I could find it nowhere but at the inn, and thither, ere long, I returned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84990.80I have watched you ever since we first met: I have made you my study for ten months.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82970.80How many minutes, for instance, had I devoted to studying the arrangement of this very room?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73960.80I shall not stay long at Morton, now that my father is dead, and that I am my own master.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73120.80CHAPTER XXX The more I knew of the inmates of Moor House, the better I liked them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71800.80"Gone over to Morton for a walk; but they would be back in half-an-hour to tea."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71250.80"Some calls it Marsh End, and some calls it Moor House."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70880.80After a weary process, and resting every five minutes, I succeeded in dressing myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69240.80"I want a night's shelter in an out-house or anywhere, and a morsel of bread to eat."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54820.80Something had happened which I could not comprehend; no one knew of or had seen the event but myself: it had taken place the preceding night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44550.80I went, and having found Bessie and despatched her on my errand, I proceeded to take further measures.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42130.80The next day Bessie was sent for home to the deathbed of her little sister.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31730.80She seems waiting to be sought; but she will not wait too long: she herself selects a mate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19600.80"Thank you; now make haste with the letter to Hay, and return as fast as you can."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13970.80Here a bell, ringing the hour of supper, called me downstairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13190.80It is past eleven o'clock: I heard it strike some minutes since."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12300.80I would not now have exchanged Lowood with all its privations for Gateshead and its daily luxuries.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55660.80"And on my part likewise," he returned, "I have settled everything; and we shall leave Thornfield to-morrow, within half-an-hour after our return from church."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14680.80I had not a very large wardrobe, though it was adequate to my wants; and the last day sufficed to pack my trunk, -- the same I had brought with me eight years ago from Gateshead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12560.80Besides, there were fewer to feed; the sick could eat little; our breakfast-basins were better filled; when there was no time to prepare a regular dinner, which often happened, she would give us a large piece of cold pie, or a thick slice of bread and cheese, and this we carried away with us to the wood, where we each chose the spot we liked best, and dined sumptuously.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82260.79Deep was my gratification to find I had really a place in their unsophisticated hearts: I promised them that never a week should pass in future that I did not visit them, and give them an hour's teaching in their school.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88480.77The prayer over, we took leave of him: he was to go at a very early hour in the morning.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85110.77I demanded a quarter of an hour to think, before I again hazarded a reply.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83790.77One afternoon, however, I got leave to stay at home, because I really had a cold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79550.77You will not be summoned to leave England sooner than you expected?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74960.77The next day I left Marsh End for Morton.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74190.77"I will go to my house to-morrow, and open the school, if you like, next week."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34080.91-- that opened upon a careful observer, now and then, in his eye, and closed again before one could fathom the strange depth partially disclosed; that something which used to make me fear and shrink, as if I had been wandering amongst volcanic-looking hills, and had suddenly felt the ground quiver and seen it gape: that something, I, at intervals, beheld still; and with throbbing heart, but not with palsied nerves.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88370.90The succeeding words thrilled me strangely as he spoke them: especially as I felt, by the slight, indescribable alteration in sound, that in uttering them, his eye had turned on me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63030.90Sometimes, for a fleeting moment, I thought I caught a glance, heard a tone, beheld a form, which announced the realisation of my dream: but I was presently undeserved.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52300.90Seeing me, she roused herself: she made a sort of effort to smile, and framed a few words of congratulation; but the smile expired, and the sentence was abandoned unfinished.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10980.90A pause -- in which I began to steady the palsy of my nerves, and to feel that the Rubicon was passed; and that the trial, no longer to be shirked, must be firmly sustained.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19570.89Having once caught the bridle, he mastered it directly and sprang to his saddle; grimacing grimly as he made the effort, for it wrenched his sprain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85410.87I looked towards the knoll: there he lay, still as a prostrate column; his face turned to me: his eye beaming watchful and keen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26120.87A dream had scarcely approached my ear, when it fled affrighted, scared by a marrow-freezing incident enough.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93550.87But no hint to that effect escaping him and his countenance becoming more overcast, I suddenly remembered that I might have been all wrong, and was perhaps playing the fool unwittingly; and I began gently to withdraw myself from his arms -- but he eagerly snatched me closer.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92020.86I followed it, expecting soon to reach the dwelling; but it stretched on and on, it would far and farther: no sign of habitation or grounds was visible.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90320.86How he suddenly and vehemently clasps in both arms the form he dared not, a moment since, touch with his finger!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79510.86It was vain to try to read with such an inscrutable fixture before me; nor could I, in impatience, consent to be dumb; he might rebuff me if he liked, but talk I would.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58270.86Without speaking, without smiling, without seeming to recognise in me a human being, he only twined my waist with his arm and riveted me to his side.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50740.86I gladly advanced; and it was not merely a cold word now, or even a shake of the hand that I received, but an embrace and a kiss.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3950.86I say scarcely voluntary, for it seemed as if my tongue pronounced words without my will consenting to their utterance: something spoke out of me over which I had no control.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18530.86Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9940.85Helen sighed as her reverie fled, and getting up, obeyed the monitor without reply as without delay.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93150.85"You touch me, sir, -- you hold me, and fast enough: I am not cold like a corpse, nor vacant like air, am I?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8680.85Her eyes are fixed on the floor, but I am sure they do not see it -- her sight seems turned in, gone down into her heart: she is looking at what she can remember, I believe; not at what is really present.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85890.85He was silent after I had uttered the last sentence, and I presently risked an upward glance at his countenance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76200.85I saw his solemn eye melt with sudden fire, and flicker with resistless emotion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56790.85At that moment I saw the reflection of the visage and features quite distinctly in the dark oblong glass."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41860.85"Jane, Jane," said he, stopping before me, "you are quite pale with your vigils: don't you curse me for disturbing your rest?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27150.85He paused; gazed at me: words almost visible trembled on his lips,- -but his voice was checked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8950.83Not a tear rose to Burns' eye; and, while I paused from my sewing, because my fingers quivered at this spectacle with a sentiment of unavailing and impotent anger, not a feature of her pensive face altered its ordinary expression.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84970.83Oh, I wish I could make you see how much my mind is at this moment like a rayless dungeon, with one shrinking fear fettered in its depths -- the fear of being persuaded by you to attempt what I cannot accomplish!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62300.83But that is not your pity, Jane; it is not the feeling of which your whole face is full at this moment -- with which your eyes are now almost overflowing -- with which your heart is heaving -- with which your hand is trembling in mine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94730.83He broke out suddenly while clasping me in his arms - "Cruel, cruel deserter!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92730.83He checked the water on its way to his lips, and seemed to listen: he drank, and put the glass down.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86430.83But this time his feelings were all pent in his heart: I was not worthy to hear them uttered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85900.83His eye, bent on me, expressed at once stern surprise and keen inquiry.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84690.83It was as if I had heard a summons from Heaven -- as if a visionary messenger, like him of Macedonia, had enounced, "Come over and help us!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84650.83"My heart is mute, -- my heart is mute," I answered, struck and thrilled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70300.83Do with me and for me as you like; but excuse me from much discourse -- my breath is short -- I feel a spasm when I speak."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61720.83Out of pity to me and yourself, put your finger on my pulse, feel how it throbs, and -- beware!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60700.83"Sir, I do not wish to act against you," I said; and my unsteady voice warned me to curtail my sentence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44900.83But there was something I wished to say -- let me see -- " The wandering look and changed utterance told what wreck had taken place in her once vigorous frame.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28070.83I well remembered all; language, glance, and tone seemed at the moment vividly renewed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23360.83He bent his head a little towards me, and with a single hasty glance seemed to dive into my eyes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17350.83She made me lift my hand -- so -- to remind me to raise my voice at the question.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64640.82His fury was wrought to the highest: he must yield to it for a moment, whatever followed; he crossed the floor and seized my arm and grasped my waist.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37790.82As I spoke he gave my wrist a convulsive grip; the smile on his lips froze: apparently a spasm caught his breath.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80910.81Of course these objections wrought my eagerness to a climax: gratified it must be, and that without delay; and I told him so.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76160.81As he stood, mute and grave, she again fell to caressing Carlo.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74170.81He now smiled: and not a bitter or a sad smile, but one well pleased and deeply gratified.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65070.81"Little Jane's love would have been my best reward," he answered; "without it, my heart is broken.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55220.81Step on my boot-toe; give me both hands: mount!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51570.81"Well then, sir, have the goodness to gratify my curiosity, which is much piqued on one point."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51510.81But if you look up and smile with that countenance, I shall swear concession before I know to what, and that will make a fool of me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49450.81Gathering me to his breast, pressing his lips on my lips: "so, Jane!"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30000.91"Chez maman," said she, "quand il y avait du monde, je le suivais partout, au salon et e leurs chambres; souvent je regardais les femmes de chambre coiffer et habiller les dames, et c'etait si amusant: comme cela on apprend."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20010.90"Et cela doit signifier," said she, "qu'il y aura le dedans un cadeau pour moi, et peut-etre pour vous aussi, mademoiselle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68710.89'Ich wage die Gedanken in der Schale meines Zornes und die Werke mit dem Gewichte meines Grimms.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28120.89"Vos doigts tremblent comme la feuille, et vos joues sont rouges: mais, rouges comme des cerises!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30690.88"Est-ce que je ne puis pas prendrie une seule de ces fleurs magnifiques, mademoiselle?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20020.88Monsieur a parle de vous: il m'a demande le nom de ma gouvernante, et si elle n'etait pas une petite personne, assez mince et un peu pale.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54160.83I was not fond of pampering that susceptible vanity of his; but for once, and from motives of expediency, I would e'en soothe and stimulate it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71510.79"I believe," she said, "I was quite mista'en in my thoughts of you: but there is so mony cheats goes about, you mun forgie me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30020.78"Mais oui, mademoiselle: voile cinq ou six heures que nous n'avons pas mange."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20030.78J'ai dit qu'oui: car c'est vrai, n'est-ce pas, mademoiselle?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53150.77"Oh, qu' elle y sera mal -- peu comfortable!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24760.77Tenez, je crois que je vais danser!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53430.69"Mademoiselle is a fairy," he said, whispering mysteriously.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32650.69"Gardez-vous en bien!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28100.69"Qu' avez-vous, mademoiselle?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21590.69He deliberately scrutinised each sketch and painting.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18960.69and a clattering tumble, arrested my attention.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17330.69"Yes, and she just used to say it in this way: 'Qu' avez vous donc?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94360.68If Saul could have had you for his David, the evil spirit would have been exorcised without the aid of the harp."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44270.65Glancing at the bookcases, I thought I could distinguish the two volumes of Bewick's British Birds occupying their old place on the third shelf, and Gulliver's Travels and the Arabian Nights ranged just above.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33630.64"An English hero of the road would be the next best thing to an Italian bandit; and that could only be surpassed by a Levantine pirate."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81640.64you quite put me out of patience: I am rational enough; it is you who misunderstand, or rather who affect to misunderstand."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17340.64lui dit un de ces rats; parlez!'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53440.63Whereupon I told her not to mind his badinage; and she, on her part, evinced a fund of genuine French scepticism: denominating Mr. Rochester "un vrai menteur," and assuring him that she made no account whatever of his "contes de fee," and that "du reste, il n'y avait pas de fees, et quand meme il y en avait:" she was sure they would never appear to him, nor ever give him rings, or offer to live with him in the moon.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68080.63"And far better that crows and ravens -- if any ravens there be in these regions -- should pick my flesh from my bones, than that they should be prisoned in a workhouse coffin and moulder in a pauper's grave."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23150.63When I was as old as you, I was a feeling fellow enough, partial to the unfledged, unfostered, and unlucky; but Fortune has knocked me about since: she has even kneaded me with her knuckles, and now I flatter myself I am hard and tough as an India-rubber ball; pervious, though, through a chink or two still, and with one sentient point in the middle of the lump.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23020.62And so, under pretence of softening the previous outrage, of stroking and soothing me into placidity, you stick a sly penknife under my ear!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17290.62Assuming an attitude, she began, "La Ligue des Rats: fable de La Fontaine."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20440.60As he took the cup from my hand, Adele, thinking the moment propitious for making a request in my favour, cried out - "N'est-ce pas, monsieur, qu'il y a un cadeau pour Mademoiselle Eyre dans votre petit coffre?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_680.59"You are like a murderer -- you are like a slave-driver -- you are like the Roman emperors!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30700.59Seulement pour completer ma toilette."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18370.59adding, "J'ai bien faim, moi!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84130.58Of late it had been easy enough for me to look sad: a cankering evil sat at my heart and drained my happiness at its source -- the evil of suspense.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54020.57"I want a smoke, Jane, or a pinch of snuff, to comfort me under all this, 'pour me donner une contenance,' as Adele would say; and unfortunately I have neither my cigar-case, nor my snuff-box.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87390.56You are not really shocked: for, with your superior mind, you cannot be either so dull or so conceited as to misunderstand my meaning.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32530.56As if loveliness were not the special prerogative of woman -- her legitimate appanage and heritage!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24770.56And spreading out her dress, she chasseed across the room till, having reached Mr. Rochester, she wheeled lightly round before him on tip-toe, then dropped on one knee at his feet, exclaiming - "Monsieur, je vous remercie mille fois de votre bonte;" then rising, she added, "C'est comme cela que maman faisait, n'est-ce pas, monsieur?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8060.56I did so; a brief examination convinced me that the contents were less taking than the title: "Rasselas" looked dull to my trifling taste; I saw nothing about fairies, nothing about genii; no bright variety seemed spread over the closely-printed pages.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25220.56I wish to be a better man than I have been, than I am; as Job's leviathan broke the spear, the dart, and the habergeon, hindrances which others count as iron and brass, I will esteem but straw and rotten wood."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58880.55You shall see what sort of a being I was cheated into espousing, and judge whether or not I had a right to break the compact, and seek sympathy with something at least human.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87080.53he asked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76370.53"I am so giddy and thoughtless!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76030.53She is teachable and handy."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63380.53Abhorred spot!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62790.53I transformed myself into a will-o'-the-wisp.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53250.53If I were mademoiselle, I would never consent to go with you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50680.53"Where are you going?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38630.53what is it?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24390.53"Sententious sage!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22600.53ma boite!"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98170.92Firm, faithful, and devoted, full of energy, and zeal, and truth, he labours for his race; he clears their painful way to improvement; he hews down like a giant the prejudices of creed and caste that encumber it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1580.90They were not bound to regard with affection a thing that could not sympathise with one amongst them; a heterogeneous thing, opposed to them in temperament, in capacity, in propensities; a useless thing, incapable of serving their interest, or adding to their pleasure; a noxious thing, cherishing the germs of indignation at their treatment, of contempt of their judgment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73470.90Zealous in his ministerial labours, blameless in his life and habits, he yet did not appear to enjoy that mental serenity, that inward content, which should be the reward of every sincere Christian and practical philanthropist.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94280.90"Yet I have been with good people; far better than you: a hundred times better people; possessed of ideas and views you never entertained in your life: quite more refined and exalted."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87150.90They betray an unfortunate state of mind: they merit severe reproof: they would seem inexcusable, but that it is the duty of man to forgive his fellow even until seventy-and-seven times."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84870.90I know my Leader: that He is just as well as mighty; and while He has chosen a feeble instrument to perform a great task, He will, from the boundless stores of His providence, supply the inadequacy of the means to the end.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74540.88You would think him gentle, yet in some things he is inexorable as death; and the worst of it is, my conscience will hardly permit me to dissuade him from his severe decision: certainly, I cannot for a moment blame him for it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85290.88If I DO go with him -- if I DO make the sacrifice he urges, I will make it absolutely: I will throw all on the altar -- heart, vitals, the entire victim.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55130.88I feared my hopes were too bright to be realised; and I had enjoyed so much bliss lately that I imagined my fortune had passed its meridian, and must now decline.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23940.88Now, when any vicious simpleton excites my disgust by his paltry ribaldry, I cannot flatter myself that I am better than he: I am forced to confess that he and I are on a level.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22240.88"Partly because it is his nature -- and we can none of us help our nature; and partly because he has painful thoughts, no doubt, to harass him, and make his spirits unequal."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62860.87I meant to tell my tale plainly, and make my proposals openly: and it appeared to me so absolutely rational that I should be considered free to love and be loved, I never doubted some woman might be found willing and able to understand my case and accept me, in spite of the curse with which I was burdened."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97920.87All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character -- perfect concord is the result.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86030.87I should suffer often, no doubt, attached to him only in this capacity: my body would be under rather a stringent yoke, but my heart and mind would be free.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83460.87He had performed an act of duty; made an exertion; felt his own strength to do and deny, and was on better terms with himself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44820.87I felt pain, and then I felt ire; and then I felt a determination to subdue her -- to be her mistress in spite both of her nature and her will.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9960.85The fear of failure in these points harassed me worse than the physical hardships of my lot; though these were no trifles.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9300.85"Yet it would be your duty to bear it, if you could not avoid it: it is weak and silly to say you CANNOT BEAR what it is your fate to be required to bear."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83960.85By degrees, he acquired a certain influence over me that took away my liberty of mind: his praise and notice were more restraining than his indifference.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83090.85Well may he eschew the calm of domestic life; it is not his element: there his faculties stagnate -- they cannot develop or appear to advantage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73310.85In her animal spirits there was an affluence of life and certainty of flow, such as excited my wonder, while it baffled my comprehension.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24210.85"Not at all -- it bears the most gracious message in the world: for the rest, you are not my conscience-keeper, so don't make yourself uneasy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75650.85God had an errand for me; to bear which afar, to deliver it well, skill and strength, courage and eloquence, the best qualifications of soldier, statesman, and orator, were all needed: for these all centre in the good missionary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41780.85Men and women die; philosophers falter in wisdom, and Christians in goodness: if any one you know has suffered and erred, let him look higher than his equals for strength to amend and solace to heal."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98080.84On that occasion, he again, with a full heart, acknowledged that God had tempered judgment with mercy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9680.84It is as natural as that I should love those who show me affection, or submit to punishment when I feel it is deserved."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44280.84The inanimate objects were not changed; but the living things had altered past recognition.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31610.84For when I say that I am of his kind, I do not mean that I have his force to influence, and his spell to attract; I mean only that I have certain tastes and feelings in common with him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18540.84Nobody knows how many rebellions besides political rebellions ferment in the masses of life which people earth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25870.83I believed he was naturally a man of better tendencies, higher principles, and purer tastes than such as circumstances had developed, education instilled, or destiny encouraged.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34020.83It seemed to me that, were I a gentleman like him, I would take to my bosom only such a wife as I could love; but the very obviousness of the advantages to the husband's own happiness offered by this plan convinced me that there must be arguments against its general adoption of which I was quite ignorant: otherwise I felt sure all the world would act as I wished to act.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77650.82I knew his thoughts well, and could read his heart plainly; at the moment I felt calmer and cooler than he: I had then temporarily the advantage of him, and I conceived an inclination to do him some good, if I could.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63260.82Hiring a mistress is the next worse thing to buying a slave: both are often by nature, and always by position, inferior: and to live familiarly with inferiors is degrading.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9760.82"Love your enemies; bless them that curse you; do good to them that hate you and despitefully use you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85370.82Can I bear the consciousness that every endearment he bestows is a sacrifice made on principle?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84760.82It is not personal, but mental endowments they have given you: you are formed for labour, not for love.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82050.82And I do not want a stranger -- unsympathising, alien, different from me; I want my kindred: those with whom I have full fellow-feeling.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73350.82Our natures dovetailed: mutual affection -- of the strongest kind -- was the result.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63920.82I was wrong to attempt to deceive you; but I feared a stubbornness that exists in your character.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50030.82If you are true, and your offer real, my only feelings to you must be gratitude and devotion -- they cannot torture."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25730.82The confidence he had thought fit to repose in me seemed a tribute to my discretion: I regarded and accepted it as such.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23790.82I envy you your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13740.82I had the means of an excellent education placed within my reach; a fondness for some of my studies, and a desire to excel in all, together with a great delight in pleasing my teachers, especially such as I loved, urged me on: I availed myself fully of the advantages offered me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85970.81You will see what impetus would be given to your efforts and mine by our physical and mental union in marriage: the only union that gives a character of permanent conformity to the destinies and designs of human beings; and, passing over all minor caprices -- all trivial difficulties and delicacies of feeling -- all scruple about the degree, kind, strength or tenderness of mere personal inclination -- you will hasten to enter into that union at once."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75560.81"Very well; I hope you feel the content you express: at any rate, your good sense will tell you that it is too soon yet to yield to the vacillating fears of Lot's wife.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64450.81Is it better to drive a fellow-creature to despair than to transgress a mere human law, no man being injured by the breach?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9600.80"Yes, in a passive way: I make no effort; I follow as inclination guides me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88650.80To have yielded then would have been an error of principle; to have yielded now would have been an error of judgment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88570.80God give you strength to choose that better part which shall not be taken from you!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85870.80Having felt in him the presence of these qualities, I felt his imperfection and took courage.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44300.92There was something ascetic in her look, which was augmented by the extreme plainness of a straight-skirted, black, stuff dress, a starched linen collar, hair combed away from the temples, and the nun-like ornament of a string of ebony beads and a crucifix.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33380.89She, too, was attired in oriental fashion: a crimson scarf tied sash-like round the waist: an embroidered handkerchief knotted about her temples; her beautifully-moulded arms bare, one of them upraised in the act of supporting a pitcher, poised gracefully on her head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33360.88His dark eyes and swarthy skin and Paynim features suited the costume exactly: he looked the very model of an Eastern emir, an agent or a victim of the bowstring.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28600.88And then she had such a fine head of hair; raven-black and so becomingly arranged: a crown of thick plaits behind, and in front the longest, the glossiest curls I ever saw.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35690.87She had on a red cloak and a black bonnet: or rather, a broad-brimmed gipsy hat, tied down with a striped handkerchief under her chin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7700.87Seen now, in broad daylight, she looked tall, fair, and shapely; brown eyes with a benignant light in their iris, and a fine pencilling of long lashes round, relieved the whiteness of her large front; on each of her temples her hair, of a very dark brown, was clustered in round curls, according to the fashion of those times, when neither smooth bands nor long ringlets were in vogue; her dress, also in the mode of the day, was of purple cloth, relieved by a sort of Spanish trimming of black velvet; a gold watch (watches were not so common then as now) shone at her girdle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50580.86I took a plain but clean and light summer dress from my drawer and put it on: it seemed no attire had ever so well become me, because none had I ever worn in so blissful a mood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31040.86The noble bust, the sloping shoulders, the graceful neck, the dark eyes and black ringlets were all there; -- but her face?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72120.86He was young -- perhaps from twenty-eight to thirty -- tall, slender; his face riveted the eye; it was like a Greek face, very pure in outline: quite a straight, classic nose; quite an Athenian mouth and chin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7810.85Each put on a coarse straw bonnet, with strings of coloured calico, and a cloak of grey frieze.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10730.84The two younger of the trio (fine girls of sixteen and seventeen) had grey beaver hats, then in fashion, shaded with ostrich plumes, and from under the brim of this graceful head-dress fell a profusion of light tresses, elaborately curled; the elder lady was enveloped in a costly velvet shawl, trimmed with ermine, and she wore a false front of French curls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28590.83"Tall, fine bust, sloping shoulders; long, graceful neck: olive complexion, dark and clear; noble features; eyes rather like Mr. Rochester's: large and black, and as brilliant as her jewels.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45430.81Strongly-marked horizontal eyebrows must be traced under that brow; then followed, naturally, a well-defined nose, with a straight ridge and full nostrils; then a flexible- looking mouth, by no means narrow; then a firm chin, with a decided cleft down the middle of it: of course, some black whiskers were wanted, and some jetty hair, tufted on the temples, and waved above the forehead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75800.80No charm was wanting, no defect was perceptible; the young girl had regular and delicate lineaments; eyes shaped and coloured as we see them in lovely pictures, large, and dark, and full; the long and shadowy eyelash which encircles a fine eye with so soft a fascination; the pencilled brow which gives such clearness; the white smooth forehead, which adds such repose to the livelier beauties of tint and ray; the cheek oval, fresh, and smooth; the lips, fresh too, ruddy, healthy, sweetly formed; the even and gleaming teeth without flaw; the small dimpled chin; the ornament of rich, plenteous tresses -- all advantages, in short, which, combined, realise the ideal of beauty, were fully hers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20240.80I knew my traveller with his broad and jetty eyebrows; his square forehead, made squarer by the horizontal sweep of his black hair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34460.77For a handsome and not an unamiable-looking man, he repelled me exceedingly: there was no power in that smooth-skinned face of a full oval shape: no firmness in that aquiline nose and small cherry mouth; there was no thought on the low, even forehead; no command in that blank, brown eye.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44330.77This was a full-blown, very plump damsel, fair as waxwork, with handsome and regular features, languishing blue eyes, and ringleted yellow hair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56740.76"It seemed, sir, a woman, tall and large, with thick and dark hair hanging long down her back.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14520.76I saw her in a black gown and widow's cap; frigid, perhaps, but not uncivil: a model of elderly English respectability.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29140.75Recall the august yet harmonious lineaments, the Grecian neck and bust; let the round and dazzling arm be visible, and the delicate hand; omit neither diamond ring nor gold bracelet; portray faithfully the attire, aerial lace and glistening satin, graceful scarf and golden rose; call it 'Blanche, an accomplished lady of rank.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24720.74A dress of rose-coloured satin, very short, and as full in the skirt as it could be gathered, replaced the brown frock she had previously worn; a wreath of rosebuds circled her forehead; her feet were dressed in silk stockings and small white satin sandals.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95290.74Your words have delineated very prettily a graceful Apollo: he is present to your imagination, -- tall, fair, blue-eyed, and with a Grecian profile.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28620.74She wore an amber-coloured flower, too, in her hair: it contrasted well with the jetty mass of her curls."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56590.74On waking, a gleam dazzled my eyes; I thought -- Oh, it is daylight!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69060.73One, to be sure, had hair a shade darker than the other, and there was a difference in their style of wearing it; Mary's pale brown locks were parted and braided smooth: Diana's duskier tresses covered her neck with thick curls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30930.72The Dowager might be between forty and fifty: her shape was still fine; her hair (by candle-light at least) still black; her teeth, too, were still apparently perfect.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95150.72He is a handsome man: tall, fair, with blue eyes, and a Grecian profile."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91400.72She was a big woman, and had long black hair: we could see it streaming against the flames as she stood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72150.71His eyes were large and blue, with brown lashes; his high forehead, colourless as ivory, was partially streaked over by careless locks of fair hair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53490.71With anxiety I watched his eye rove over the gay stores: he fixed on a rich silk of the most brilliant amethyst dye, and a superb pink satin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39810.71What creature was it, that, masked in an ordinary woman's face and shape, uttered the voice, now of a mocking demon, and anon of a carrion-seeking bird of prey?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51790.70Your eyebrows have become as thick as my finger, and your forehead resembles what, in some very astonishing poetry, I once saw styled, 'a blue-piled thunderloft.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48650.70"Ex-act-ly -- pre-cise-ly: with your usual acuteness, you have hit the nail straight on the head."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45740.70Three hours she gave to stitching, with gold thread, the border of a square crimson cloth, almost large enough for a carpet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16430.70I sometimes regretted that I was not handsomer; I sometimes wished to have rosy cheeks, a straight nose, and small cherry mouth; I desired to be tall, stately, and finely developed in figure; I felt it a misfortune that I was so little, so pale, and had features so irregular and so marked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94930.70Does that mean a respectable well-conducted man of fifty?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94220.70"Just to comb out this shaggy black mane.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55690.70What a bright spot of colour you have on each cheek!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53230.70And one could cut a pretty enough scarf out of a rainbow."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53000.70"Then off for your bonnet, and back like a flash of lightning!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14690.70The box was corded, the card nailed on.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30900.70Her black satin dress, her scarf of rich foreign lace, and her pearl ornaments, pleased me better than the rainbow radiance of the titled dame.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7590.69Ranged on benches down the sides of the room, the eighty girls sat motionless and erect; a quaint assemblage they appeared, all with plain locks combed from their faces, not a curl visible; in brown dresses, made high and surrounded by a narrow tucker about the throat, with little pockets of holland (shaped something like a Highlander's purse) tied in front of their frocks, and destined to serve the purpose of a work-bag: all, too, wearing woollen stockings and country-made shoes, fastened with brass buckles.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6980.69The first was a tall lady with dark hair, dark eyes, and a pale and large forehead; her figure was partly enveloped in a shawl, her countenance was grave, her bearing erect.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19140.69He had a dark face, with stern features and a heavy brow; his eyes and gathered eyebrows looked ireful and thwarted just now; he was past youth, but had not reached middle-age; perhaps he might be thirty-five.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66700.68I had a small silk handkerchief tied round my throat; I had my gloves.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61540.68For a few minutes, while you smooth your hair -- which is somewhat dishevelled; and bathe your face -- which looks feverish?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58120.68and how like quarried marble was his pale, firm, massive front at this moment!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53700.68"And what will you do, Janet, while I am bargaining for so many tons of flesh and such an assortment of black eyes?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29070.68"Afterwards, take a piece of smooth ivory -- you have one prepared in your drawing-box: take your palette, mix your freshest, finest, clearest tints; choose your most delicate camel-hair pencils; delineate carefully the loveliest face you can imagine; paint it in your softest shades and sweetest lines, according to the description given by Mrs. Fairfax of Blanche Ingram; remember the raven ringlets, the oriental eye; -- What!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59770.96A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay a frozen shroud: lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelve hours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics, now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18840.93A rude noise broke on these fine ripplings and whisperings, at once so far away and so clear: a positive tramp, tramp, a metallic clatter, which effaced the soft wave-wanderings; as, in a picture, the solid mass of a crag, or the rough boles of a great oak, drawn in dark and strong on the foreground, efface the aerial distance of azure hill, sunny horizon, and blended clouds where tint melts into tint.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90510.93Winter snows, I thought, had drifted through that void arch, winter rains beaten in at those hollow casements; for, amidst the drenched piles of rubbish, spring had cherished vegetation: grass and weed grew here and there between the stones and fallen rafters.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66400.93Long after the little birds had left their nests; long after bees had come in the sweet prime of day to gather the heath honey before the dew was dried -- when the long morning shadows were curtailed, and the sun filled earth and sky -- I got up, and I looked round me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66230.89Beside the crag the heath was very deep: when I lay down my feet were buried in it; rising high on each side, it left only a narrow space for the night-air to invade.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48210.87At the bottom was a sunk fence; its sole separation from lonely fields: a winding walk, bordered with laurels and terminating in a giant horse-chestnut, circled at the base by a seat, led down to the fence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84420.87The breeze was from the west: it came over the hills, sweet with scents of heath and rush; the sky was of stainless blue; the stream descending the ravine, swelled with past spring rains, poured along plentiful and clear, catching golden gleams from the sun, and sapphire tints from the firmament.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_200.86I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard, with its inscribed headstone; its gate, its two trees, its low horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly-risen crescent, attesting the hour of eventide.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84430.86As we advanced and left the track, we trod a soft turf, mossy fine and emerald green, minutely enamelled with a tiny white flower, and spangled with a star-like yellow blossom: the hills, meantime, shut us quite in; for the glen, towards its head, wound to their very core.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48300.86But no -- eventide is as pleasant to him as to me, and this antique garden as attractive; and he strolls on, now lifting the gooseberry- tree branches to look at the fruit, large as plums, with which they are laden; now taking a ripe cherry from the wall; now stooping towards a knot of flowers, either to inhale their fragrance or to admire the dew-beads on their petals.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92010.86There was a grass-grown track descending the forest aisle between hoar and knotty shafts and under branched arches.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18050.86Leaning over the battlements and looking far down, I surveyed the grounds laid out like a map: the bright and velvet lawn closely girdling the grey base of the mansion; the field, wide as a park, dotted with its ancient timber; the wood, dun and sere, divided by a path visibly overgrown, greener with moss than the trees were with foliage; the church at the gates, the road, the tranquil hills, all reposing in the autumn day's sun; the horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12380.85-- when mists as chill as death wandered to the impulse of east winds along those purple peaks, and rolled down "ing" and holm till they blended with the frozen fog of the beck!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90030.85At last the woods rose; the rookery clustered dark; a loud cawing broke the morning stillness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68150.84My eye still roved over the sullen swell and along the moor-edge, vanishing amidst the wildest scenery, when at one dim point, far in among the marshes and the ridges, a light sprang up.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62510.84"A wind fresh from Europe blew over the ocean and rushed through the open casement: the storm broke, streamed, thundered, blazed, and the air grew pure.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73190.84They clung to the purple moors behind and around their dwelling -- to the hollow vale into which the pebbly bridle-path leading from their gate descended, and which wound between fern-banks first, and then amongst a few of the wildest little pasture-fields that ever bordered a wilderness of heath, or gave sustenance to a flock of grey moorland sheep, with their little mossy-faced lambs:- they clung to this scene, I say, with a perfect enthusiasm of attachment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50620.84The rooks cawed, and blither birds sang; but nothing was so merry or so musical as my own rejoicing heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21810.84The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of a hill, with grass and some leaves slanting as if by a breeze.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68060.83I had, by cross-ways and by-paths, once more drawn near the tract of moorland; and now, only a few fields, almost as wild and unproductive as the heath from which they were scarcely reclaimed, lay between me and the dusky hill.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48180.82The east had its own charm or fine deep blue, and its own modest gem, a casino and solitary star: soon it would boast the moon; but she was yet beneath the horizon.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12360.82I discovered, too, that a great pleasure, an enjoyment which the horizon only bounded, lay all outside the high and spike-guarded walls of our garden: this pleasure consisted in prospect of noble summits girdling a great hill-hollow, rich in verdure and shadow; in a bright beck, full of dark stones and sparkling eddies.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89490.82It was the first of June; yet the morning was overcast and chilly: rain beat fast on my casement.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18780.81From my seat I could look down on Thornfield: the grey and battlemented hall was the principal object in the vale below me; its woods and dark rookery rose against the west.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_160.81They were those which treat of the haunts of sea-fowl; of "the solitary rocks and promontories" by them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles from its southern extremity, the Lindeness, or Naze, to the North Cape - "Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked, melancholy isles Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67920.80While the rain descends so, must I lay my head on the cold, drenched ground?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66050.80High banks of moor were about me; the crag protected my head: the sky was over that.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50340.80it writhed and groaned; while wind roared in the laurel walk, and came sweeping over us.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2700.80"Why did they send me so far and so lonely, Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24030.80And I may get it as sweet and fresh as the wild honey the bee gathers on the moor."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55180.80He saw me; for the moon had opened a blue field in the sky, and rode in it watery bright: he took his hat off, and waved it round his head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18730.80I was a mile from Thornfield, in a lane noted for wild roses in summer, for nuts and blackberries in autumn, and even now possessing a few coral treasures in hips and haws, but whose best winter delight lay in its utter solitude and leafless repose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54870.80Instead of subsiding as night drew on, it seemed to augment its rush and deepen its roar: the trees blew steadfastly one way, never writhing round, and scarcely tossing back their boughs once in an hour; so continuous was the strain bending their branchy heads northward -- the clouds drifted from pole to pole, fast following, mass on mass: no glimpse of blue sky had been visible that July day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19240.79pointing to Thornfield Hall, on which the moon cast a hoary gleam, bringing it out distinct and pale from the woods that, by contrast with the western sky, now seemed one mass of shadow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18720.79It was three o'clock; the church bell tolled as I passed under the belfry: the charm of the hour lay in its approaching dimness, in the low-gliding and pale-beaming sun.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16510.79It was a fine autumn morning; the early sun shone serenely on embrowned groves and still green fields; advancing on to the lawn, I looked up and surveyed the front of the mansion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79140.78The next day a keen wind brought fresh and blinding falls; by twilight the valley was drifted up and almost impassable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41210.78That sky with its high and light clouds which are sure to melt away as the day waxes warm -- this placid and balmly atmosphere?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13900.78I traced the white road winding round the base of one mountain, and vanishing in a gorge between two; how I longed to follow it farther!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84680.77The glen and sky spun round: the hills heaved!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19120.77Something of daylight still lingered, and the moon was waxing bright: I could see him plainly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94690.77I led him out of the wet and wild wood into some cheerful fields: I described to him how brilliantly green they were; how the flowers and hedges looked refreshed; how sparklingly blue was the sky.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12400.77April advanced to May: a bright serene May it was; days of blue sky, placid sunshine, and soft western or southern gales filled up its duration.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65990.77The population here must be thin, and I see no passengers on these roads: they stretch out east, west, north, and south -- white, broad, lonely; they are all cut in the moor, and the heather grows deep and wild to their very verge.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21860.76Throwing these into distance, rose, in the foreground, a head, -- a colossal head, inclined towards the iceberg, and resting against it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20060.76Left alone, I walked to the window; but nothing was to be seen thence: twilight and snowflakes together thickened the air, and hid the very shrubs on the lawn.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48130.76The hay was all got in; the fields round Thornfield were green and shorn; the roads white and baked; the trees were in their dark prime; hedge and wood, full-leaved and deeply tinted, contrasted well with the sunny hue of the cleared meadows between.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_170.76Nor could I pass unnoticed the suggestion of the bleak shores of Lapland, Siberia, Spitzbergen, Nova Zembla, Iceland, Greenland, with "the vast sweep of the Arctic Zone, and those forlorn regions of dreary space, -- that reservoir of frost and snow, where firm fields of ice, the accumulation of centuries of winters, glazed in Alpine heights above heights, surround the pole, and concentre the multiplied rigours of extreme cold."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41150.76He strayed down a walk edged with box, with apple trees, pear trees, and cherry trees on one side, and a border on the other full of all sorts of old-fashioned flowers, stocks, sweet-williams, primroses, pansies, mingled with southernwood, sweet-briar, and various fragrant herbs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68250.76I lay still a while: the night-wind swept over the hill and over me, and died moaning in the distance; the rain fell fast, wetting me afresh to the skin.