Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75320.45The birds were singing their last strains - "The air was mild, the dew was balm."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23200.45"You looked very much puzzled, Miss Eyre; and though you are not pretty any more than I am handsome, yet a puzzled air becomes you; besides, it is convenient, for it keeps those searching eyes of yours away from my physiognomy, and busies them with the worsted flowers of the rug; so puzzle on.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83290.44They were delighted with the renovation and decorations of their rooms; with the new drapery, and fresh carpets, and rich tinted china vases: they expressed their gratification ungrudgingly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25970.38Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93840.37"Yes; with the right eye I see a glow -- a ruddy haze."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63710.34I was an intellectual epicure, and wished to prolong the gratification of making this novel and piquant acquaintance: besides, I was for a while troubled with a haunting fear that if I handled the flower freely its bloom would fade -- the sweet charm of freshness would leave it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83310.33Sweet was that evening.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80370.33"Yes, you, rich -- quite an heiress."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68180.33"Is it, then, a bonfire just kindled?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12750.33This done, I lingered yet a little longer: the flowers smelt so sweet as the dew fell; it was such a pleasant evening, so serene, so warm; the still glowing west promised so fairly another fine day on the morrow; the moon rose with such majesty in the grave east.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50760.30"Jane, you look blooming, and smiling, and pretty," said he: "truly pretty this morning.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76770.30To live amidst general regard, though it be but the regard of working people, is like "sitting in sunshine, calm and sweet;" serene inward feelings bud and bloom under the ray.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11190.29such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes like Miss Scatcherd's can only see those minute defects, and are blind to the full brightness of the orb.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31990.29said her Ladyship, "I hope it may do her good!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22060.29for the planet above quells their rays.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89750.28It was the same vehicle whence, a year ago, I had alighted one summer evening on this very spot -- how desolate, and hopeless, and objectless!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4220.28Georgiana sat on a high stool, dressing her hair at the glass, and interweaving her curls with artificial flowers and faded feathers, of which she had found a store in a drawer in the attic.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84960.27I am sensible of no light kindling -- no life quickening -- no voice counselling or cheering.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70360.27A kind of pleasant stupor was stealing over me as I sat by the genial fire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53370.27Here is a talisman will remove all difficulties;' and she held out a pretty gold ring.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77130.25She was first transfixed with surprise, and then electrified with delight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55690.25What a bright spot of colour you have on each cheek!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41010.25"The fresh air revives me, Fairfax."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24020.25"Possibly: yet why should I, if I can get sweet, fresh pleasure?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17620.25"No dust, no canvas coverings: except that the air feels chilly, one would think they were inhabited daily."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48240.23Sweet-briar and southernwood, jasmine, pink, and rose have long been yielding their evening sacrifice of incense: this new scent is neither of shrub nor flower; it is -- I know it well -- it is Mr. Rochester's cigar.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48190.23I walked a while on the pavement; but a subtle, well-known scent -- that of a cigar -- stole from some window; I saw the library casement open a handbreadth; I knew I might be watched thence; so I went apart into the orchard.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77230.23She made such a report of me to her father, that Mr. Oliver himself accompanied her next evening -- a tall, massive-featured, middle-aged, and grey-headed man, at whose side his lovely daughter looked like a bright flower near a hoary turret.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93790.22"I thought you would be revolted, Jane, when you saw my arm, and my cicatrised visage."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88090.22You are much too pretty, as well as too good, to be grilled alive in Calcutta."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4160.22She was pretty too, if my recollections of her face and person are correct.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60430.22At first I did not know to what room he had borne me; all was cloudy to my glazed sight: presently I felt the reviving warmth of a fire; for, summer as it was, I had become icy cold in my chamber.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16560.21I was yet enjoying the calm prospect and pleasant fresh air, yet listening with delight to the cawing of the rooks, yet surveying the wide, hoary front of the hall, and thinking what a great place it was for one lonely little dame like Mrs. Fairfax to inhabit, when that lady appeared at the door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54220.20And while I sat there and looked out on the still trees and dim lawn, to a sweet air was sung in mellow tones the following strain:- "The truest love that ever heart Felt at its kindled core, Did through each vein, in quickened start, The tide of being pour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12410.19And now vegetation matured with vigour; Lowood shook loose its tresses; it became all green, all flowery; its great elm, ash, and oak skeletons were restored to majestic life; woodland plants sprang up profusely in its recesses; unnumbered varieties of moss filled its hollows, and it made a strange ground-sunshine out of the wealth of its wild primrose plants: I have seen their pale gold gleam in overshadowed spots like scatterings of the sweetest lustre.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95780.17"Why did he wish it?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83140.17they are coming!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74080.17he said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68410.17All was obscurity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66890.17I must do something.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66830.17"Yes; two or three.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66110.17Where to go?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4990.17oh, shocking!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39290.17"Yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36950.17I knew it before I came here this evening.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31840.17Oh, no!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24970.14It was moonlight and gaslight besides, and very still and serene.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39420.57A shout of laughter greeted his entrance; noisy at first, and terminating in Grace Poole's own goblin ha!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18570.54When thus alone, I not unfrequently heard Grace Poole's laugh: the same peal, the same low, slow ha!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47960.45Leah smiled, and even Sophie bid me "bon soir" with glee.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26930.43Grace Poole -- you have guessed it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18190.37"Some of the servants, very likely," she answered: "perhaps Grace Poole."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19180.34I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination; but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they neither had nor could have sympathy with anything in me, and should have shunned them as one would fire, lightning, or anything else that is bright but antipathetic.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96270.33he murmured regretfully.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40220.33"She bit me," he murmured.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26180.33"Was that Grace Poole?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37590.33But my mind had been running on Grace Poole -- that living enigma, that mystery of mysteries, as I considered her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29560.33I once, indeed, overheard part of a dialogue between Leah and one of the charwomen, of which Grace formed the subject.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66580.33Recalled by the rumbling of wheels to the road before me, I saw a heavily-laden waggon labouring up the hill, and not far beyond were two cows and their drover.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58940.30At our entrance, Mrs. Fairfax, Adele, Sophie, Leah, advanced to meet and greet us.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30290.30The solo over, a duet followed, and then a glee: a joyous conversational murmur filled up the intervals.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55970.28or you have overheard the servants talk?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36080.28I never could guess a riddle in my life."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27480.28That woman was no other than Grace Poole.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26880.28"But you heard an odd laugh?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18230.28Sometimes Leah is with her; they are frequently noisy together."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60700.27"Sir, I do not wish to act against you," I said; and my unsteady voice warned me to curtail my sentence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59050.27Grace Poole bent over the fire, apparently cooking something in a saucepan.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27880.27"Mrs. Poole," said she, addressing Grace, "the servants' dinner will soon be ready: will you come down?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41280.25"Will Grace Poole live here still, sir?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76150.25She answered it with a second laugh, and laughter well became her youth, her roses, her dimples, her bright eyes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20330.24A reception of finished politeness would probably have confused me: I could not have returned or repaid it by answering grace and elegance on my part; but harsh caprice laid me under no obligation; on the contrary, a decent quiescence, under the freak of manner, gave me the advantage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62680.22At last I hired Grace Poole from the Grimbsy Retreat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38040.20Every one seemed in high glee; laughter and conversation were general and animated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27950.17I hardly heard Mrs. Fairfax's account of the curtain conflagration during dinner, so much was I occupied in puzzling my brains over the enigmatical character of Grace Poole, and still more in pondering the problem of her position at Thornfield and questioning why she had not been given into custody that morning, or, at the very least, dismissed from her master's service.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91620.17"Why?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90730.17I gasped.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9040.17"Is it still 'Rasselas'?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85230.17Alas!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81060.17But what then?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51310.17"Distasteful!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37440.17"But not with you?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53750.54While you looked so, I should be certain that whatever charter you might grant under coercion, your first act, when released, would be to violate its conditions."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23630.33you are my paid subordinate, are you?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51460.33You don't talk very wisely just now; any more than those gentlemen acted very wisely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14620.33She obligingly consented to act as mediatrix in the matter.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14280.33"Address, J.E., Post-office, Lowton, -shire."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46640.30Now act as you please: write and contradict my assertion -- expose my falsehood as soon as you like.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90370.28No need to cower behind a gate-post, indeed!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88150.28He has again and again explained that it is not himself, but his office he wishes to mate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34250.28A post-chaise was approaching.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83460.28He 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_44780.27But unimpressionable natures are not so soon softened, nor are natural antipathies so readily eradicated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14290.27This document remained locked in my drawer all day: after tea, I asked leave of the new superintendent to go to Lowton, in order to perform some small commissions for myself and one or two of my fellow-teachers; permission was readily granted; I went.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85010.26In the village school I found you could perform well, punctually, uprightly, labour uncongenial to your habits and inclinations; I saw you could perform it with capacity and tact: you could win while you controlled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91890.25"We have a chaise, ma'am, a very handsome chaise."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81780.25"This is acting on first impulses; you must take days to consider such a matter, ere your word can be regarded as valid."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75120.25My duty will be to develop these germs: surely I shall find some happiness in discharging that office.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13700.23Mr. Brocklehurst, who, from his wealth and family connections, could not be overlooked, still retained the post of treasurer; but he was aided in the discharge of his duties by gentlemen of rather more enlarged and sympathising minds: his office of inspector, too, was shared by those who knew how to combine reason with strictness, comfort with economy, compassion with uprightness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84740.22I appealed to one who, in the discharge of what he believed his duty, knew neither mercy nor remorse.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46080.22It was a wet and windy afternoon: Georgiana had fallen asleep on the sofa over the perusal of a novel; Eliza was gone to attend a saint's-day service at the new church -- for in matters of religion she was a rigid formalist: no weather ever prevented the punctual discharge of what she considered her devotional duties; fair or foul, she went to church thrice every Sunday, and as often on week-days as there were prayers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13820.21Mr. Nasmyth, came between me and Miss Temple: I saw her in her travelling dress step into a post-chaise, shortly after the marriage ceremony; I watched the chaise mount the hill and disappear beyond its brow; and then retired to my own room, and there spent in solitude the greatest part of the half-holiday granted in honour of the occasion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18440.20This, par parenthese, will be thought cool language by persons who entertain solemn doctrines about the angelic nature of children, and the duty of those charged with their education to conceive for them an idolatrous devotion: but I am not writing to flatter parental egotism, to echo cant, or prop up humbug; I am merely telling the truth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14370.20At last, having held a document before her glasses for nearly five minutes, she presented it across the counter, accompanying the act by another inquisitive and mistrustful glance -- it was for J.E.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35190.17"Oh, my best!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34700.17Would you like to see her?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19340.17"Can you tell me where he is?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94110.55Who can tell what a dark, dreary, hopeless life I have dragged on for months past?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12770.51This world is pleasant -- it would be dreary to be called from it, and to have to go who knows where?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54650.51My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46650.50You were born, I think, to be my torment: my last hour is racked by the recollection of a deed which, but for you, I should never have been tempted to commit."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46720.46"Love me, then, or hate me, as you will," I said at last, "you have my full and free forgiveness: ask now for God's, and be at peace."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67960.44And why cannot I reconcile myself to the prospect of death?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64990.44my hope -- my love -- my life!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59940.42The whole consciousness of my life lorn, my love lost, my hope quenched, my faith death-struck, swayed full and mighty above me in one sullen mass.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88620.42I was tempted to cease struggling with him -- to rush down the torrent of his will into the gulf of his existence, and there lose my own.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95930.41I had a belief she loved me even when she left me: that was an atom of sweet in much bitter.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74890.41Mutual recrimination passed between them: they parted in anger, and were never reconciled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13440.41God is my father; God is my friend: I love Him; I believe He loves me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65380.40There was a heaven -- a temporary heaven -- in this room for me, if I chose: I had but to go in and to say - "Mr. Rochester, I will love you and live with you through life till death," and a fount of rapture would spring to my lips.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69860.38"As white as clay or death," was responded.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58550.38"Courage," urged the lawyer, -- "speak out."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66490.37Hopeless of the future, I wished but this -- that my Maker had that night thought good to require my soul of me while I slept; and that this weary frame, absolved by death from further conflict with fate, had now but to decay quietly, and mingle in peace with the soil of this wilderness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74510.37It would probably, as far as St. John was concerned, be a parting for years: it might be a parting for life.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63270.37I now hate the recollection of the time I passed with Celine, Giacinta, and Clara."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78480.34My hopes of being numbered in the band who have merged all ambitions in the glorious one of bettering their race -- of carrying knowledge into the realms of ignorance -- of substituting peace for war -- freedom for bondage -- religion for superstition -- the hope of heaven for the fear of hell?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9160.34"I hope so; but nobody can be sure of the future."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91520.34"Were any other lives lost?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7520.34it was the sole consolation they had.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55880.34-- of the new life into which you are passing?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4810.34It is to be feared the same could not be said of you were you to be called hence."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42420.34How he died, God knows!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13370.34"I believe; I have faith: I am going to God."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73750.34I hope this delay will not have increased the difficulty of securing it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58390.34"She was living three months ago," returned the lawyer.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11480.34Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness -- to glory?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73860.33YOU may even think it degrading -- for I see now your habits have been what the world calls refined: your tastes lean to the ideal, and your society has at least been amongst the educated; but I consider that no service degrades which can better our race.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73820.33I am obscure: Rivers is an old name; but of the three sole descendants of the race, two earn the dependant's crust among strangers, and the third considers himself an alien from his native country -- not only for life, but in death.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23770.32God wot I need not be too severe about others; I have a past existence, a series of deeds, a colour of life to contemplate within my own breast, which might well call my sneers and censures from my neighbours to myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13860.31My world had for some years been in Lowood: my experience had been of its rules and systems; now I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amidst its perils.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78230.30She is mine -- I am hers -- this present life and passing world suffice to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36900.30I know she considers the Rochester estate eligible to the last degree; though (God pardon me!)
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98260.29No fear of death will darken St. John's last hour: his mind will be unclouded, his heart will be undaunted, his hope will be sure, his faith steadfast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65900.29May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agonised as in that hour left my lips; for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92970.29Whatever -- whoever you are -- be perceptible to the touch or I cannot live!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92910.29What sweet madness has seized me?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79470.29he responded shortly and somewhat testily.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74450.29Well, propensities and principles must be reconciled by some means."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61580.29I pass over the madness about parting from me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51720.29You have just been telling me how much you liked to be conquered, and how pleasant over-persuasion is to you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45910.29You had no right to be born, for you make no use of life.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41310.29"Yet it seems to me your life is hardly secure while she stays."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34550.29"And what a sweet-tempered forehead he has!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54230.29"Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88710.29Religion called -- Angels beckoned -- God commanded -- life rolled together like a scroll -- death's gates opening, showed eternity beyond: it seemed, that for safety and bliss there, all here might be sacrificed in a second.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56050.28I thought of the life that lay before me -- YOUR life, sir -- an existence more expansive and stirring than my own: as much more so as the depths of the sea to which the brook runs are than the shallows of its own strait channel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41270.28"But I had fastened the door -- I had the key in my pocket: I should have been a careless shepherd if I had left a lamb -- my pet lamb -- so near a wolf's den, unguarded: you were safe."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22240.66"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_74930.50He had a right, of course, to do as he pleased: and yet a momentary damp is cast on the spirits by the receipt of such news.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60780.40Probably those damp walls would soon have eased me of her charge: but to each villain his own vice; and mine is not a tendency to indirect assassination, even of what I most hate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31950.37I have suffered a martyrdom from their incompetency and caprice.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76580.36This spectacle of another's suffering and sacrifice rapt my thoughts from exclusive meditation on my own.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95390.33"You would often see him?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82930.33This silence damped me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39780.33Then my own thoughts worried me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58690.33-- I meant, however, to be a bigamist; but fate has out- manoeuvred me, or Providence has checked me, -- perhaps the last.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1620.33My habitual mood of humiliation, self-doubt, forlorn depression, fell damp on the embers of my decaying ire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20370.33Kindly, as usual -- and, as usual, rather trite -- she condoled with him on the pressure of business he had had all day; on the annoyance it must have been to him with that painful sprain: then she commended his patience and perseverance in going through with it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5880.30Willingly would I now have gone and asked Mrs. Reed's pardon; but I knew, partly from experience and partly from instinct, that was the way to make her repulse me with double scorn, thereby re-exciting every turbulent impulse of my nature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40080.29"No doubt of it; it is nothing serious; he is nervous, his spirits must be kept up.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89680.28They might have said, as I have no doubt they thought, that they had believed me to be without any friends save them: for, indeed, I had often said so; but, with their true natural delicacy, they abstained from comment, except that Diana asked me if I was sure I was well enough to travel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9420.28One strong proof of my wretchedly defective nature is, that even her expostulations, so mild, so rational, have not influence to cure me of my faults; and even her praise, though I value it most highly, cannot stimulate me to continued care and foresight."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97970.26And there was a pleasure in my services, most full, most exquisite, even though sad -- because he claimed these services without painful shame or damping humiliation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87550.26"It would be fruitless to attempt to explain; but there is a point on which I have long endured painful doubt, and I can go nowhere till by some means that doubt is removed."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34350.25and she cast on me an angry glance, as if I were in fault.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96240.22Again, as he kissed me, painful thoughts darkened his aspect.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44490.22mama, you mean; she is extremely poorly: I doubt if you can see her to-night."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62710.22Grace has, on the whole, proved a good keeper; though, owing partly to a fault of her own, of which it appears nothing can cure her, and which is incident to her harassing profession, her vigilance has been more than once lulled and baffled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9820.21"She has been unkind to you, no doubt; because you see, she dislikes your cast of character, as Miss Scatcherd does mine; but how minutely you remember all she has done and said to you!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71000.20Turning to me, as she took some loaves from the oven, she asked bluntly - "Did you ever go a-begging afore you came here?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53790.20"I only want an easy mind, sir; not crushed by crowded obligations.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85360.20Can I receive from him the bridal ring, endure all the forms of love (which I doubt not he would scrupulously observe) and know that the spirit was quite absent?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8070.20I returned it to her; she received it quietly, and without saying anything she was about to relapse into her former studious mood: again I ventured to disturb her - "Can you tell me what the writing on that stone over the door means?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91790.19He was taken out from under the ruins, alive, but sadly hurt: a beam had fallen in such a way as to protect him partly; but one eye was knocked out, and one hand so crushed that Mr. Carter, the surgeon, had to amputate it directly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9440.17"For YOU I have no doubt it is.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93700.17He relapsed again into gloom.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_930.17for shame!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_920.17"For shame!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83920.17I consented.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7390.17"Silence!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47250.17"I don't doubt it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44730.17she said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43670.17"Very well!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39960.17"When will he come?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23980.17"It is not its cure.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1920.17"Oh!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16080.17I asked, when I had partaken of what she offered me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25460.16A woman who could betray me for such a rival was not worth contending for; she deserved only scorn; less, however, than I, who had been her dupe.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53480.57By dint of entreaties expressed in energetic whispers, I reduced the half-dozen to two: these however, he vowed he would select himself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21250.42"That was very false economy," remarked Mrs. Fairfax, who now again caught the drift of the dialogue.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66160.40The dew fell, but with propitious softness; no breeze whispered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58730.40Some have whispered to you that she is my bastard half-sister: some, my cast-off mistress.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12300.40I would not now have exchanged Lowood with all its privations for Gateshead and its daily luxuries.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14240.40This scheme I went over twice, thrice; it was then digested in my mind; I had it in a clear practical form: I felt satisfied, and fell asleep.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71420.38"Dead three weeks sin' of a stroke."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35310.37All eyes met her with a glance of eager curiosity, and she met all eyes with one of rebuff and coldness; she looked neither flurried nor merry: she walked stiffly to her seat, and took it in silence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52340.36Sometimes I half fall asleep when I am sitting alone and fancy things that have never happened.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12940.36It is not likely; and now it is time for you to come in; you'll catch the fever if you stop out when the dew is falling."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65550.33No reflection was to be allowed now: not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61700.33If I lived with you as you desire, I should then be your mistress: to say otherwise is sophistical -- is false."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60130.33I fell, but not on to the ground: an outstretched arm caught me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17980.33"Yes -- 'after life's fitful fever they sleep well,'" I muttered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2420.33Sarah came back with her; they both went to bed; they were whispering together for half-an-hour before they fell asleep.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90260.33A lover finds his mistress asleep on a mossy bank; he wishes to catch a glimpse of her fair face without waking her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10140.33A frequent interlude of these performances was the enactment of the part of Eutychus by some half-dozen of little girls, who, overpowered with sleep, would fall down, if not out of the third loft, yet off the fourth form, and be taken up half dead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90350.30He thought his love slept sweetly: he finds she is stone dead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37530.30If, on reflection, I find I have fallen into no great absurdity, I shall try to forgive you; but it was not right."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91610.29"Yes, yes: he is alive; but many think he had better he dead."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20570.29"Oh, don't fall back on over-modesty!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15690.29"Happen an hour and a half."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13610.29I was asleep, and Helen was -- dead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53660.28I would not exchange this one little English girl for the Grand Turk's whole seraglio, gazelle-eyes, houri forms, and all!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75230.28-- To have surrendered to temptation; listened to passion; made no painful effort -- no struggle; -- but to have sunk down in the silken snare; fallen asleep on the flowers covering it; wakened in a southern clime, amongst the luxuries of a pleasure villa: to have been now living in France, Mr. Rochester's mistress; delirious with his love half my time -- for he would -- oh, yes, he would have loved me well for a while.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70800.27Only my damp and bemired apparel; in which I had slept on the ground and fallen in the marsh.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71440.25"The mistress has been dead this mony a year."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68310.25Here I fell twice; but as often I rose and rallied my faculties.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57910.22When I rallied, which I soon did, he walked gently with me up the path to the porch.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42900.22Mr. Reed is dead, and his wife cast me off."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38590.22Another step stamped on the flooring above and something fell; and there was silence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5860.21A ridge of lighted heath, alive, glancing, devouring, would have been a meet emblem of my mind when I accused and menaced Mrs. Reed: the same ridge, black and blasted after the flames are dead, would have represented as meetly my subsequent condition, when half-an-hour's silence and reflection had shown me the madness of my conduct, and the dreariness of my hated and hating position.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60370.21ere long he inquired wistfully -- wondering, I suppose, at my continued silence and tameness, the result rather of weakness than of will.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13290.21After a long silence, she resumed, still whispering - "I am very happy, Jane; and when you hear that I am dead, you must be sure and not grieve: there is nothing to grieve about.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23760.21My eye met his as the idea crossed my mind: he seemed to read the glance, answering as if its import had been spoken as well as imagined - "Yes, yes, you are right," said he; "I have plenty of faults of my own: I know it, and I don't wish to palliate them, I assure you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7990.20In turning a leaf she happened to look up, and I said to her directly - "Is your book interesting?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31910.17You should hear mama on the chapter of governesses: Mary and I have had, I should think, a dozen at least in our day; half of them detestable and the rest ridiculous, and all incubi -- were they not, mama?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25260.17Continuing then to pursue his walk in silence, I ventured to recall him to the point whence he had abruptly diverged - "Did you leave the balcony, sir," I asked, "when Mdlle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96110.17He has no indulgence for me -- no fondness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91590.17"You said he was alive?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91430.17"Dead?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76020.17"You have indeed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74630.17"Dead?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74030.17Will you be this mistress?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71720.17The mistress was different.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46180.17I went up to her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44880.17"Yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36340.17you think yourself sharp.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3620.17who knows what may happen?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28790.17"Oh!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23020.60And 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_2470.55Yes, Mrs. Reed, to you I owe some fearful pangs of mental suffering, but I ought to forgive you, for you knew not what you did: while rending my heart-strings, you thought you were only uprooting my bad propensities.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39890.46His guest had been outraged, his own life on a former occasion had been hideously plotted against; and both attempts he smothered in secrecy and sank in oblivion!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53690.42If you have a fancy for anything in that line, away with you, sir, to the bazaars of Stamboul without delay, and lay out in extensive slave-purchases some of that spare cash you seem at a loss to spend satisfactorily here."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60460.40"If I could go out of life now, without too sharp a pang, it would be well for me," I thought; "then I should not have to make the effort of cracking my heart-strings in rending them from among Mr. Rochester's.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37100.37I need not sell my soul to buy bliss.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82770.35And really, after a day or two of confusion worse confounded, it was delightful by degrees to invoke order from the chaos ourselves had made.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77110.35I was a lusus naturae, she affirmed, as a village schoolmistress: she was sure my previous history, if known, would make a delightful romance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67620.33I blamed none of those who repulsed me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27970.33Why had he enjoined me, too, to secrecy?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64420.33"You make me a liar by such language: you sully my honour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62580.33That woman, who has so abused your long-suffering, so sullied your name, so outraged your honour, so blighted your youth, is not your wife, nor are you her husband.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75280.32Whether is it better, I ask, to be a slave in a fool's paradise at Marseilles -- fevered with delusive bliss one hour -- suffocating with the bitterest tears of remorse and shame the next -- or to be a village-schoolmistress, free and honest, in a breezy mountain nook in the healthy heart of England?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45940.30Have you no sense to devise a system which will make you independent of all efforts, and all wills, but your own?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60660.29"If you think so, you must have a strange opinion of me; you must regard me as a plotting profligate -- a base and low rake who has been simulating disinterested love in order to draw you into a snare deliberately laid, and strip you of honour and rob you of self- respect.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63800.28I was now too fond of you often to simulate the first whim; and, when I stretched my hand out cordially, such bloom and light and bliss rose to your young, wistful features, I had much ado often to avoid straining you then and there to my heart."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69560.26These words I not only thought, but uttered; and thrusting back all my misery into my heart, I made an effort to compel it to remain there -- dumb and still.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39990.26I had, again and again, held the water to Mason's white lips; again and again offered him the stimulating salts: my efforts seemed ineffectual: either bodily or mental suffering, or loss of blood, or all three combined, were fast prostrating his strength.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4190.25She had a turn for traffic, and a marked propensity for saving; shown not only in the vending of eggs and chickens, but also in driving hard bargains with the gardener about flower-roots, seeds, and slips of plants; that functionary having orders from Mrs. Reed to buy of his young lady all the products of her parterre she wished to sell: and Eliza would have sold the hair off her head if she could have made a handsome profit thereby.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54160.23I 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_680.22"You are like a murderer -- you are like a slave-driver -- you are like the Roman emperors!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61420.20Now that you think me disqualified to become your husband, you recoil from my touch as if I were some toad or ape."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94850.19"Well, whatever my sufferings had been, they were very short," I answered: and then I proceeded to tell him how I had been received at Moor House; how I had obtained the office of schoolmistress, &c. The accession of fortune, the discovery of my relations, followed in due order.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88020.17"Not as a husband."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78830.17"No.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43840.17"Yes?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42870.17"The deuce he was!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32230.17Spare us the enumeration!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1980.17"What is all this?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58200.50The speaker came forward and leaned on the rails.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34300.38As she said this, she approached her tall person and ample garments so near the window, that I was obliged to bend back almost to the breaking of my spine: in her eagerness she did not observe me at first, but when she did, she curled her lip and moved to another casement.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35900.37The old crone "nichered" a laugh under her bonnet and bandage; she then drew out a short black pipe, and lighting it began to smoke.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57980.35The explanation of the intent of matrimony was gone through; and then the clergyman came a step further forward, and, bending slightly towards Mr. Rochester, went on.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32310.35"I suppose, now," said Miss Ingram, curling her lip sarcastically, "we shall have an abstract of the memoirs of all the governesses extant: in order to avert such a visitation, I again move the introduction of a new topic.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85460.33He shook his head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74230.33He shook his head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70150.33I shook my head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61660.33Why did you shake your head?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56410.33I shook my head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33190.33I shook my head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20870.33I shook my head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26320.33I shook him, but he only murmured and turned: the smoke had stupefied him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35970.33She again put her short black pipe to her lips, and renewed her smoking with vigour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76110.30It seemed to me that Mr. St. John's under lip protruded, and his upper lip curled a moment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76360.30she exclaimed, shaking her beautiful curled head, as if shocked at herself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32400.30cried she, tossing her head with all its curls, as she moved to the piano.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87500.28you are afraid of yourself," he said, curling his lip.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57950.28Our place was taken at the communion rails.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70450.27I observed when any one entered or left the apartment: I could even tell who they were; I could understand what was said when the speaker stood near to me; but I could not answer; to open my lips or move my limbs was equally impossible.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38600.27I had put on some clothes, though horror shook all my limbs; I issued from my apartment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59930.26It was near: and as I had lifted no petition to Heaven to avert it -- as I had neither joined my hands, nor bent my knees, nor moved my lips -- it came: in full heavy swing the torrent poured over me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39820.25And this man I bent over -- this commonplace, quiet stranger -- how had he become involved in the web of horror?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19580.25"Now," said he, releasing his under lip from a hard bite, "just hand me my whip; it lies there under the hedge."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3080.23Bessie would rather have stayed, but she was obliged to go, because punctuality at meals was rigidly enforced at Gateshead Hall.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58050.22The clergyman looked up at the speaker and stood mute; the clerk did the same; Mr. Rochester moved slightly, as if an earthquake had rolled under his feet: taking a firmer footing, and not turning his head or eyes, he said, "Proceed."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87060.22The avalanche had shaken and slid a little forward, but it did not yet crash down.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74570.22Mary bent her head low over her work.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55240.22A hearty kissing I got for a welcome, and some boastful triumph, which I swallowed as well as I could.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29700.22Leah shook her head, and the conversation was of course dropped.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4580.21Mrs. Reed answered for me by an expressive shake of the head, adding soon, "Perhaps the less said on that subject the better, Mr.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7540.18I heard the name of Mr. Brocklehurst pronounced by some lips; at which Miss Miller shook her head disapprovingly; but she made no great effort to cheek the general wrath; doubtless she shared in it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92930.17"And where is the speaker?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9050.17I asked, coming behind her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71560.17I'm like to look sharpish."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65720.17What was I?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5680.17Why do you tremble so violently?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56770.17"Not at first.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43480.17he growled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36810.17Not exactly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36770.17I said nothing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32970.17Tell me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18010.17for she was moving away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31070.15she laughed continually; her laugh was satirical, and so was the habitual expression of her arched and haughty lip.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62820.50I sought the Continent, and went devious through all its lands.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51660.40Do you think I am a Jew-usurer, seeking good investment in land?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40510.40I went; sought the repository he had mentioned, found the articles named, and returned with them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62570.40You may take the maniac with you to England; confine her with due attendance and precautions at Thornfield: then travel yourself to what clime you will, and form what new tie you like.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63060.38Amongst them all I found not one whom, had I been ever so free, I -- warned as I was of the risks, the horrors, the loathings of incongruous unions -- would have asked to marry me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77040.38She had been indulged from her birth, but was not absolutely spoilt.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66470.38But I was a human being, and had a human being's wants: I must not linger where there was nothing to supply them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5200.37"This is the state of things I quite approve," returned Mrs. Reed; "had I sought all England over, I could scarcely have found a system more exactly fitting a child like Jane Eyre.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85250.36And how will the interval between leaving England for India, and India for the grave, be filled?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54830.34Mr. Rochester that night was absent from home; nor was he yet returned: business had called him to a small estate of two or three farms he possessed thirty miles off -- business it was requisite he should settle in person, previous to his meditated departure from England.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25750.34I never seemed in his way; he did not take fits of chilling hauteur: when he met me unexpectedly, the encounter seemed welcome; he had always a word and sometimes a smile for me: when summoned by formal invitation to his presence, I was honoured by a cordiality of reception that made me feel I really possessed the power to amuse him, and that these evening conferences were sought as much for his pleasure as for my benefit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91310.34did he not leave England?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66720.34I did not know whether either of these articles would be accepted: probably they would not; but I must try.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60480.34I do not want to leave him -- I cannot leave him."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31980.34"Tant pis!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19590.34I sought it and found it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85760.33I cannot accept on His behalf a divided allegiance: it must be entire."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85670.33"Seek one elsewhere than in me, St. John: seek one fitted to you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82160.33I will retain my post of mistress till you get a substitute."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79550.33You will not be summoned to leave England sooner than you expected?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85180.33In 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_83540.33And he proceeded to inform us that his departure from England was now definitively fixed for the ensuing year.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81820.33Besides, the entire fortune is your right: my uncle gained it by his own efforts; he was free to leave it to whom he would: he left it to you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49530.33"I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65260.31In seeking these articles, I encountered the beads of a pearl necklace Mr. Rochester had forced me to accept a few days ago.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58880.31You 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_98140.30As to St. John Rivers, he left England: he went to India.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62650.30"To England, then, I conveyed her; a fearful voyage I had with such a monster in the vessel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85430.29"I am ready to go to India, if I may go free."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43260.29I declined accepting more than was my due.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27290.29But he still retained my hand, and I could not free it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17700.29"Well, but, leaving his land out of the question, do you like him?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12120.29What stores of knowledge they possessed!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72800.28Miserable I am, and must be for a time; for the catastrophe which drove me from a house I had found a paradise was of a strange and direful nature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80130.28I felt cold and dismayed: my worst fears then were probably true: he had in all probability left England and rushed in reckless desperation to some former haunt on the Continent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91680.27"Ay -- ay -- he's in England; he can't get out of England, I fancy -- he's a fixture now."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18520.27It is in vain to say human beings ought to be satisfied with tranquillity: they must have action; and they will make it if they cannot find it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95450.25"He would discover many things in you he could not have expected to find?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73760.25"Oh, no; since it is an employment which depends only on me to give, and you to accept."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70850.25The traces of the bog were removed from it; the creases left by the wet smoothed out: it was quite decent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73050.23And if you are inclined to despise the day of small things, seek some more efficient succour than such as I can offer."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72400.23Not a tie links me to any living thing: not a claim do I possess to admittance under any roof in England."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74060.22"I thank you for the proposal, Mr. Rivers, and I accept it with all my heart."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48830.22I said this almost involuntarily, and, with as little sanction of free will, my tears gushed out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39360.22"Just give me your hand," he said: "it will not do to risk a fainting fit."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25250.22he cried harshly; "keep at a distance, child; or go in to Sophie!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8930.22When I returned to my seat, that lady was just delivering an order of which I did not catch the import; but Burns immediately left the class, and going into the small inner room where the books were kept, returned in half a minute, carrying in her hand a bundle of twigs tied together at one end.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5280.21I shall return to Brocklehurst Hall in the course of a week or two: my good friend, the Archdeacon, will not permit me to leave him sooner.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48150.20I watched her drop asleep, and when I left her, I sought the garden.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85290.20If 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_71620.43You look a raight down dacent little crater."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9670.41"But I feel this, Helen; I must dislike those who, whatever I do to please them, persist in disliking me; I must resist those who punish me unjustly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84100.41He wanted to train me to an elevation I could never reach; it racked me hourly to aspire to the standard he uplifted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9520.40Still, I like Charles -- I respect him -- I pity him, poor murdered king!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34600.38He spoke of his friend's dislike of the burning heats, the hurricanes, and rainy seasons of that region.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85750.37It is the cause of God I advocate: it is under His standard I enlist you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46670.37"My disposition is not so bad as you think: I am passionate, but not vindictive.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72010.33"Come, you must be obedient."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62280.33"No, sir, finish it now; I pity you -- I do earnestly pity you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9250.29"And if I were in your place I should dislike her; I should resist her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82390.29What sudden eagerness is this you evince?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74740.29He threw the letter into her lap.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15760.29let the worst come to the worst, I can advertise again.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93780.28"It is a pity to see it; and a pity to see your eyes -- and the scar of fire on your forehead: and the worst of it is, one is in danger of loving you too well for all this; and making too much of you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10310.28-- when I was here last, I went into the kitchen-garden and examined the clothes drying on the line; there was a quantity of black hose in a very bad state of repair: from the size of the holes in them I was sure they had not been well mended from time to time."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18410.27My pupil was a lively child, who had been spoilt and indulged, and therefore was sometimes wayward; but as she was committed entirely to my care, and no injudicious interference from any quarter ever thwarted my plans for her improvement, she soon forgot her little freaks, and became obedient and teachable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54570.26In other people's presence I was, as formerly, deferential and quiet; any other line of conduct being uncalled for: it was only in the evening conferences I thus thwarted and afflicted him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89960.25To prolong doubt was to prolong hope.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88700.25All was changing utterly with a sudden sweep.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69670.25Come in -- your sisters are quite uneasy about you, and I believe there are bad folks about.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68170.25It burnt on, however, quite steadily, neither receding nor advancing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5750.25You told Mr. Brocklehurst I had a bad character, a deceitful disposition; and I'll let everybody at Lowood know what you are, and what you have done."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40170.25This day fortnight you'll hardly be a pin the worse of it: you've lost a little blood; that's all.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5460.25I gathered my energies and launched them in this blunt sentence - "I am not deceitful: if I were, I should say I loved you; but I declare I do not love you: I dislike you the worst of anybody in the world except John Reed; and this book about the liar, you may give to your girl, Georgiana, for it is she who tells lies, and not I."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8870.24The lesson had comprised part of the reign of Charles I., and there were sundry questions about tonnage and poundage and ship-money, which most of them appeared unable to answer; still, every little difficulty was solved instantly when it reached Burns: her memory seemed to have retained the substance of the whole lesson, and she was ready with answers on every point.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5120.23"Deceit is, indeed, a sad fault in a child," said Mr. Brocklehurst; "it is akin to falsehood, and all liars will have their portion in the lake burning with fire and brimstone; she shall, however, be watched, Mrs. Reed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8770.23Breakfast-time came at last, and this morning the porridge was not burnt; the quality was eatable, the quantity small.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46660.20"If you could but be persuaded to think no more of it, aunt, and to regard me with kindness and forgiveness" "You have a very bad disposition," said she, "and one to this day I feel it impossible to understand: how for nine years you could be patient and quiescent under any treatment, and in the tenth break out all fire and violence, I can never comprehend."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11360.20"Jane, you are mistaken: probably not one in the school either despises or dislikes you: many, I am sure, pity you much."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84270.18This St. John opposed; he said I did not want dissipation, I wanted employment; my present life was too purposeless, I required an aim; and, I suppose, by way of supplying deficiencies, he prolonged still further my lessons in Hindostanee, and grew more urgent in requiring their accomplishment: and I, like a fool, never thought of resisting him -- I could not resist him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34830.18"To be sure," rejoined his brother; "it would be a thousand pities to throw away such a chance of fun."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19530.18"I see," he said, "the mountain will never be brought to Mahomet, so all you can do is to aid Mahomet to go to the mountain; I must beg of you to come here."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49430.17"As we are!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41220.17"I do, very much."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40700.17"That's well!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39510.17I obeyed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34050.17Now I saw no bad.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33600.17yes: the more's the pity!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1880.17"What for?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23680.50"I am sure, sir, I should never mistake informality for insolence: one I rather like, the other nothing free-born would submit to, even for a salary."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23700.46Most things free-born will submit to anything for a salary; therefore, keep to yourself, and don't venture on generalities of which you are intensely ignorant.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59340.44He could have settled her with a well-planted blow; but he would not strike: he would only wrestle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_510.43Habitually obedient to John, I came up to his chair: he spent some three minutes in thrusting out his tongue at me as far as he could without damaging the roots: I knew he would soon strike, and while dreading the blow, I mused on the disgusting and ugly appearance of him who would presently deal it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35460.39She had obviously not heard anything to her advantage: and it seemed to me, from her prolonged fit of gloom and taciturnity, that she herself, notwithstanding her professed indifference, attached undue importance to whatever revelations had been made her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78190.30"But where is the use of going on," I asked, "when you are probably preparing some iron blow of contradiction, or forging a fresh chain to fetter your heart?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23670.30"And will you consent to dispense with a great many conventional forms and phrases, without thinking that the omission arises from insolence?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33500.30As he moved, a chain clanked; to his wrists were attached fetters.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18630.29Her appearance always acted as a damper to the curiosity raised by her oral oddities: hard-featured and staid, she had no point to which interest could attach.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86030.28I 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_81490.27They were under a yoke, -- I could free them: they were scattered, -- I could reunite them: the independence, the affluence which was mine, might be theirs too.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54040.26It is your time now, little tyrant, but it will be mine presently; and when once I have fairly seized you, to have and to hold, I'll just -- figuratively speaking -- attach you to a chain like this" (touching his watch-guard).
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72790.25No blame attached to me: I am as free from culpability as any one of you three.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24900.25He thought himself her idol, ugly as he was: he believed, as he said, that she preferred his "taille d'athlete" to the elegance of the Apollo Belvidere.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62070.18Her relatives encouraged me; competitors piqued me; she allured me: a marriage was achieved almost before I knew where I was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51320.16and like you again!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48480.16"I am attached to it, indeed."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43250.16Take your wages."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1260.79Out 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_43950.71It was very clean and neat: the ornamental windows were hung with little white curtains; the floor was spotless; the grate and fire-irons were burnished bright, and the fire burnt clear.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77400.67All about me was spotless and bright -- scoured floor, polished grate, and well-rubbed chairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17500.58It was a large, stately apartment, with purple chairs and curtains, a Turkey carpet, walnut-panelled walls, one vast window rich in slanted glass, and a lofty ceiling, nobly moulded.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1250.56A bed supported on massive pillars of mahogany, hung with curtains of deep red damask, stood out like a tabernacle in the centre; the two large windows, with their blinds always drawn down, were half shrouded in festoons and falls of similar drapery; the carpet was red; the table at the foot of the bed was covered with a crimson cloth; the walls were a soft fawn colour with a blush of pink in it; the wardrobe, the toilet-table, the chairs were of darkly polished old mahogany.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72070.55The old-fashioned chairs were very bright, and the walnut-wood table was like a looking-glass.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68460.52I 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_31270.50I sit in the shade -- if any shade there be in this brilliantly-lit apartment; the window-curtain half hides me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59040.50In a room without a window, there burnt a fire guarded by a high and strong fender, and a lamp suspended from the ceiling by a chain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29720.47Thursday came: all work had been completed the previous evening; carpets were laid down, bed-hangings festooned, radiant white counterpanes spread, toilet tables arranged, furniture rubbed, flowers piled in vases: both chambers and saloons looked as fresh and bright as hands could make them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2180.46In five minutes more the cloud of bewilderment dissolved: I knew quite well that I was in my own bed, and that the red glare was the nursery fire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26270.46Tongues of flame darted round the bed: the curtains were on fire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29470.44For herself, she did nothing but caper about in the front chambers, jump on and off the bedsteads, and lie on the mattresses and piled-up bolsters and pillows before the enormous fires roaring in the chimneys.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30630.43We found the apartment vacant; a large fire burning silently on the marble hearth, and wax candles shining in bright solitude, amid the exquisite flowers with which the tables were adorned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17580.43Yet it was merely a very pretty drawing-room, and within it a boudoir, both spread with white carpets, on which seemed laid brilliant garlands of flowers; both ceiled with snowy mouldings of white grapes and vine-leaves, beneath which glowed in rich contrast crimson couches and ottomans; while the ornaments on the pale Parisian mantelpiece were of sparkling Bohemian glass, ruby red; and between the windows large mirrors repeated the general blending of snow and fire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6960.43I 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_16470.43Having opened my chamber window, and seen that I left all things straight and neat on the toilet table, I ventured forth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27580.42"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_44640.42I approached the bed; I opened the curtains and leant over the high-piled pillows.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19750.42This ruddy shine issued from the great dining-room, whose two-leaved door stood open, and showed a genial fire in the grate, glancing on marble hearth and brass fire-irons, and revealing purple draperies and polished furniture, in the most pleasant radiance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34630.40Mr. Mason, shivering as some one chanced to open the door, asked for more coal to be put on the fire, which had burnt out its flame, though its mass of cinder still shone hot and red.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7660.37She stood at the bottom of the long room, on the hearth; for there was a fire at each end; she surveyed the two rows of girls silently and gravely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1310.37My seat, to which Bessie and the bitter Miss Abbot had left me riveted, was a low ottoman near the marble chimney-piece; the bed rose before me; to my right hand there was the high, dark wardrobe, with subdued, broken reflections varying the gloss of its panels; to my left were the muffled windows; a great looking-glass between them repeated the vacant majesty of the bed and room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56170.36I came into this room, and the sight of the empty chair and fireless hearth chilled me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68480.35The candle, whose ray had been my beacon, burnt on the table; and by its light an elderly woman, somewhat rough-looking, but scrupulously clean, like all about her, was knitting a stocking.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14180.35Feverish with vain labour, I got up and took a turn in the room; undrew the curtain, noted a star or two, shivered with cold, and again crept to bed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26140.35The head of my bed was near the door, and I thought at first the goblin-laugher stood at my bedside -- or rather, crouched by my pillow: but I rose, looked round, and could see nothing; while, as I still gazed, the unnatural sound was reiterated: and I knew it came from behind the panels.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29440.34Three women were got to help; and such scrubbing, such brushing, such washing of paint and beating of carpets, such taking down and putting up of pictures, such polishing of mirrors and lustres, such lighting of fires in bedrooms, such airing of sheets and feather-beds on hearths, I never beheld, either before or since.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81270.34I surveyed him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50430.34The lamp was lit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31850.34there she is still, behind the window-curtain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2760.34She might as well have said to the fire, "don't burn!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82890.34Approaching the hearth, he asked, "If I was at last satisfied with housemaid's work?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70830.34On a chair by the bedside were all my own things, clean and dry.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68470.34I could see a clock, a white deal table, some chairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30760.34There were but eight; yet, somehow, as they flocked in, they gave the impression of a much larger number.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27410.34There were exclamations of "What a mercy master was not burnt in his bed!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72090.33There was no superfluous ornament in the room -- not one modern piece of furniture, save a brace of workboxes and a lady's desk in rosewood, which stood on a side-table: everything -- including the carpet and curtains -- looked at once well worn and well saved.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9030.33Jumping over forms, and creeping under tables, I made my way to one of the fire-places; there, kneeling by the high wire fender, I found Burns, absorbed, silent, abstracted from all round her by the companionship of a book, which she read by the dim glare of the embers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22870.32We were, as I have said, in the dining-room: the lustre, which had been lit for dinner, filled the room with a festal breadth of light; the large fire was all red and clear; the purple curtains hung rich and ample before the lofty window and loftier arch; everything was still, save the subdued chat of Adele (she dared not speak loud), and, filling up each pause, the beating of winter rain against the panes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20220.31Two 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_20210.31I let Mrs. Fairfax precede me into the dining-room, and kept in her shade as we crossed that apartment; and, passing the arch, whose curtain was now dropped, entered the elegant recess beyond.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82820.31A spare parlour and bedroom I refurnished entirely, with old mahogany and crimson upholstery: I laid canvas on the passage, and carpets on the stairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25900.31Though I had now extinguished my candle and was laid down in bed, I could not sleep for thinking of his look when he paused in the avenue, and told how his destiny had risen up before him, and dared him to be happy at Thornfield.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40680.31You 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_27460.31Leah stood up in the window-seat, rubbing the panes of glass dimmed with smoke.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25430.31Celine's chamber-maid entered, lit a lamp, left it on the table, and withdrew.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35700.31An extinguished candle stood on the table; she was bending over the fire, and seemed reading in a little black book, like a prayer-book, by the light of the blaze: she muttered the words to herself, as most old women do, while she read; she did not desist immediately on my entrance: it appeared she wished to finish a paragraph.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29890.30I followed, taking care to stand on one side, so that, screened by the curtain, I could see without being seen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54960.30Then I repaired to the library to ascertain whether the fire was lit, for, though summer, I knew on such a gloomy evening Mr. Rochester would like to see a cheerful hearth when he came in: yes, the fire had been kindled some time, and burnt well.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7810.64Each put on a coarse straw bonnet, with strings of coloured calico, and a cloak of grey frieze.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66700.64I had a small silk handkerchief tied round my throat; I had my gloves.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30600.62This I quickly was: my best dress (the silver-grey one, purchased for Miss Temple's wedding, and never worn since) was soon put on; my hair was soon smoothed; my sole ornament, the pearl brooch, soon assumed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24720.58A 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_35690.56She 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_65280.54The other articles I made up in a parcel; my purse, containing twenty shillings (it was all I had), I put in my pocket: I tied on my straw bonnet, pinned my shawl, took the parcel and my slippers, which I would not put on yet, and stole from my room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28620.54She wore an amber-coloured flower, too, in her hair: it contrasted well with the jetty mass of her curls."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94220.50"Just to comb out this shaggy black mane.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70870.50There were the means of washing in the room, and a comb and brush to smooth my hair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27490.50There she sat, staid and taciturn-looking, as usual, in her brown stuff gown, her check apron, white handkerchief, and cap.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30900.50Her 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_44300.48There 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_14710.47I had brushed my black stuff travelling-dress, prepared my bonnet, gloves, and muff; sought in all my drawers to see that no article was left behind; and now having nothing more to do, I sat down and tried to rest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30970.47A crimson velvet robe, and a shawl turban of some gold-wrought Indian fabric, invested her (I suppose she thought) with a truly imperial dignity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51100.47"I will attire my Jane in satin and lace, and she shall have roses in her hair; and I will cover the head I love best with a priceless veil."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50580.47I 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_30580.46Then the importance of the process quickly steadied her, and by the time she had her curls arranged in well-smoothed, drooping clusters, her pink satin frock put on, her long sash tied, and her lace mittens adjusted, she looked as grave as any judge.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10730.45The 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_37360.45"Only take off the red cloak, sir, and then -- " "But the string is in a knot -- help me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10540.45Red hair, ma'am, curled -- curled all over?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33380.43She, 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_44340.42The hue of her dress was black too; but its fashion was so different from her sister's -- so much more flowing and becoming -- it looked as stylish as the other's looked puritanical.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16460.41However, when I had brushed my hair very smooth, and put on my black frock -- which, Quakerlike as it was, at least had the merit of fitting to a nicety -- and adjusted my clean white tucker, I thought I should do respectably enough to appear before Mrs. Fairfax, and that my new pupil would not at least recoil from me with antipathy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7100.41Seen by the dim light of the dips, their number to me appeared countless, though not in reality exceeding eighty; they were uniformly dressed in brown stuff frocks of quaint fashion, and long holland pinafores.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56750.40I know not what dress she had on: it was white and straight; but whether gown, sheet, or shroud, I cannot tell."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29430.40I had thought all the rooms at Thornfield beautifully clean and well arranged; but it appears I was mistaken.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7590.39Ranged 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_53510.39With infinite difficulty, for he was stubborn as a stone, I persuaded him to make an exchange in favour of a sober black satin and pearl-grey silk.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94300.38"If you twist in that way you will make me pull the hair out of your head; and then I think you will cease to entertain doubts of my substantiality."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5190.38and,' said she, 'they looked at my dress and mama's, as if they had never seen a silk gown before.'"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8390.37"The one with red cheeks is called Miss Smith; she attends to the work, and cuts out -- for we make our own clothes, our frocks, and pelisses, and everything; the little one with black hair is Miss Scatcherd; she teaches history and grammar, and hears the second class repetitions; and the one who wears a shawl, and has a pocket-handkerchief tied to her side with a yellow ribband, is Madame Pierrot: she comes from Lisle, in France, and teaches French."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53600.37I'll be married in this lilac gingham: you may make a dressing-gown for yourself out of the pearl-grey silk, and an infinite series of waistcoats out of the black satin."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53500.36I told him in a new series of whispers, that he might as well buy me a gold gown and a silver bonnet at once: I should certainly never venture to wear his choice.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51520.35"Not at all, sir; I ask only this: don't send for the jewels, and don't crown me with roses: you might as well put a border of gold lace round that plain pocket handkerchief you have there."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10580.34And why has she, or any other, curled hair?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70860.33My very shoes and stockings were purified and rendered presentable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70840.33My black silk frock hung against the wall.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53220.33How would a white or a pink cloud answer for a gown, do you think?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10590.33Why, in defiance of every precept and principle of this house, does she conform to the world so openly -- here in an evangelical, charitable establishment -- as to wear her hair one mass of curls?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69060.33One, 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_53550.31"It would, indeed, be a relief," I thought, "if I had ever so small an independency; I never can bear being dressed like a doll by Mr. Rochester, or sitting like a second Danae with the golden shower falling daily round me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12570.31My favourite seat was a smooth and broad stone, rising white and dry from the very middle of the beck, and only to be got at by wading through the water; a feat I accomplished barefoot.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26220.31I hurried on my frock and a shawl; I withdrew the bolt and opened the door with a trembling hand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10720.31They ought to have come a little sooner to have heard his lecture on dress, for they were splendidly attired in velvet, silk, and furs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29750.30However, to please her, I allowed Sophie to apparel her in one of her short, full muslin frocks.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10710.30"Madam," he pursued, "I have a Master to serve whose kingdom is not of this world: my mission is to mortify in these girls the lusts of the flesh; to teach them to clothe themselves with shame-facedness and sobriety, not with braided hair and costly apparel; and each of the young persons before us has a string of hair twisted in plaits which vanity itself might have woven; these, I repeat, must be cut off; think of the time wasted, of -- " Mr. Brocklehurst was here interrupted: three other visitors, ladies, now entered the room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77200.30She had then on a dark-blue silk dress; her arms and her neck were bare; her only ornament was her chestnut tresses, which waved over her shoulders with all the wild grace of natural curls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94200.29"Have you a pocket-comb about you, sir?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10300.29I wish the woollen stockings were better looked to!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20190.28I had a single little pearl ornament which Miss Temple gave me as a parting keepsake: I put it on, and then we went downstairs.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2770.50but how could she divine the morbid suffering to which I was a prey?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79070.38"Nothing in the world," was the reply; and, replacing the paper, I saw him dexterously tear a narrow slip from the margin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14350.33I asked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14010.29Miss Gryce snored at last; she was a heavy Welshwoman, and till now her habitual nasal strains had never been regarded by me in any other light than as a nuisance; to-night I hailed the first deep notes with satisfaction; I was debarrassed of interruption; my half-effaced thought instantly revived.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86180.28"It would do," I affirmed with some disdain, "perfectly well.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32070.28I have just one word to say of the whole tribe; they are a nuisance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10780.28To this end, I had sat well back on the form, and while seeming to be busy with my sum, had held my slate in such a manner as to conceal my face: I might have escaped notice, had not my treacherous slate somehow happened to slip from my hand, and falling with an obtrusive crash, directly drawn every eye upon me; I knew it was all over now, and, as I stooped to pick up the two fragments of slate, I rallied my forces for the worst.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63940.27This was cowardly: I should have appealed to your nobleness and magnanimity at first, as I do now -- opened to you plainly my life of agony -- described to you my hunger and thirst after a higher and worthier existence -- shown to you, not my RESOLUTION (that word is weak), but my resistless BENT to love faithfully and well, where I am faithfully and well loved in return.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21160.27"And you girls probably worshipped him, as a convent full of religieuses would worship their director."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40670.25-- a clod-hopping messenger would never do at this juncture.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33000.23"But I affirm that you are: so much depressed that a few more words would bring tears to your eyes -- indeed, they are there now, shining and swimming; and a bead has slipped from the lash and fallen on to the flag.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10480.22A brief address on those occasions would not be mistimed, wherein a judicious instructor would take the opportunity of referring to the sufferings of the primitive Christians; to the torments of martyrs; to the exhortations of our blessed Lord Himself, calling upon His disciples to take up their cross and follow Him; to His warnings that man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God; to His divine consolations, "If ye suffer hunger or thirst for My sake, happy are ye."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62310.21Your pity, my darling, is the suffering mother of love: its anguish is the very natal pang of the divine passion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32740.20"Now is my time to slip away," thought I: but the tones that then severed the air arrested me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41130.19"The glamour of inexperience is over your eyes," he answered; "and you see it through a charmed medium: you cannot discern that the gilding is slime and the silk draperies cobwebs; that the marble is sordid slate, and the polished woods mere refuse chips and scaly bark.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91690.16What agony was this!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90110.16And if I did -- what then?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89100.16"I am coming!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86090.16"Well?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74390.16"What?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49180.16"Where?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46880.16Neither of us had dropt a tear.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29830.16"Here he is!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16940.16"Are they foreigners?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_170.40Nor 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_54270.40"I dangers dared; I hindrance scorned I omens did defy: Whatever menaced, harassed, warned, I passed impetuous by.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_160.36They 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_90630.33The host was a respectable-looking, middle-aged man.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56100.30I saw plainly how you would look; and heard your impetuous republican answers, and your haughty disavowal of any necessity on your part to augment your wealth, or elevate your standing, by marrying either a purse or a coronet."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25220.30I 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_19130.27His figure was enveloped in a riding cloak, fur collared and steel clasped; its details were not apparent, but I traced the general points of middle height and considerable breadth of chest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10860.25The kind whisper went to my heart like a dagger.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4940.25"I like Revelations, and the book of Daniel, and Genesis and Samuel, and a little bit of Exodus, and some parts of Kings and Chronicles, and Job and Jonah."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36550.22I have scarcely interchanged a syllable with one of them; and as to thinking well of them, I consider some respectable, and stately, and middle-aged, and others young, dashing, handsome, and lively: but certainly they are all at liberty to be the recipients of whose smiles they please, without my feeling disposed to consider the transaction of any moment to me."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44040.44The doctor says she may linger a week or two yet; but he hardly thinks she will finally recover."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57420.44Half heaven was pure and stainless: the clouds, now trooping before the wind, which had shifted to the west, were filing off eastward in long, silvered columns.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39980.35I cried inwardly, as the night lingered and lingered -- as my bleeding patient drooped, moaned, sickened: and neither day nor aid arrived.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46930.34I should not settle tamely down into being the forbearing party; I should assign you your share of labour, and compel you to accomplish it, or else it should be left undone: I should insist, also, on your keeping some of those drawling, half-insincere complaints hushed in your own breast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76960.33It will soon be no more than a sacrifice consumed."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39000.33And so, by dint of alternate coaxing and commanding, he contrived to get them all once more enclosed in their separate dormitories.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44390.29several commonplaces about my journey, the weather, and so on, uttered in rather a drawling tone: and accompanied by sundry side-glances that measured me from head to foot -- now traversing the folds of my drab merino pelisse, and now lingering on the plain trimming of my cottage bonnet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44100.28I was glad to accept her hospitality; and I submitted to be relieved of my travelling garb just as passively as I used to let her undress me when a child.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86050.27There would be recesses in my mind which would be only mine, to which he never came, and sentiments growing there fresh and sheltered which his austerity could never blight, nor his measured warrior-march trample down: but as his wife -- at his side always, and always restrained, and always checked -- forced to keep the fire of my nature continually low, to compel it to burn inwardly and never utter a cry, though the imprisoned flame consumed vital after vital -- THIS would be unendurable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33940.26If she did, she need not coin her smiles so lavishly, flash her glances so unremittingly, manufacture airs so elaborate, graces so multitudinous.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96850.25"Fasten it into your girdle, Janet, and keep it henceforward: I have no use for it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45800.25Her own fortune she had taken care to secure; and when her mother died -- and it was wholly improbable, she tranquilly remarked, that she should either recover or linger long -- she would execute a long-cherished project: seek a retirement where punctual habits would be permanently secured from disturbance, and place safe barriers between herself and a frivolous world.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65700.23It was a barbed arrow-head in my breast; it tore me when I tried to extract it; it sickened me when remembrance thrust it farther in.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18930.22Nothing ever rode the Gytrash: it was always alone; and goblins, to my notions, though they might tenant the dumb carcasses of beasts, could scarce covet shelter in the commonplace human form.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66130.20-- when a long way must yet be measured by my weary, trembling limbs before I could reach human habitation -- when cold charity must be entreated before I could get a lodging: reluctant sympathy importuned, almost certain repulse incurred, before my tale could be listened to, or one of my wants relieved!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66790.20Disappointed in the expectation of a customer, she coolly acceded to my request.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70590.18He pronounced it needless to send for a doctor: nature, he was sure, would manage best, left to herself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92850.17WHAT is it?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82070.17"I think I can.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67200.17I continued.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60120.17I could not soon recover myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52960.17he asked; "all the sunshine is gone.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52450.17"I could never have thought it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86350.16"No," said he; "it is a long-cherished scheme, and the only one which can secure my great end: but I shall urge you no further at present.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41210.60That 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_47310.50The west, too, was warm: no watery gleam chilled it -- it seemed as if there was a fire lit, an altar burning behind its screen of marbled vapour, and out of apertures shone a golden redness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47300.46It was not a bright or splendid summer evening, though fair and soft: the haymakers were at work all along the road; and the sky, though far from cloudless, was such as promised well for the future: its blue -- where blue was visible -- was mild and settled, and its cloud strata high and thin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66150.46I looked at the sky; it was pure: a kindly star twinkled just above the chasm ridge.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88850.45I contended with my inward dimness of vision, before which clouds yet rolled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22090.45There is a high gale in that sky, and on this hill-top.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1750.45Was it, I asked myself, a ray from the moon penetrating some aperture in the blind?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54290.44"Still bright on clouds of suffering dim Shines that soft, solemn joy; Nor care I now, how dense and grim Disasters gather nigh.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55180.44He 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_66390.43But next day, Want came to me pale and bare.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57430.43The moon shone peacefully.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12400.42April 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_19120.40Something of daylight still lingered, and the moon was waxing bright: I could see him plainly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65990.39The 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_81470.38I looked at the blank wall: it seemed a sky thick with ascending stars, -- every one lit me to a purpose or delight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84420.38The 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_65160.37I lifted up my head to look: the roof resolved to clouds, high and dim; the gleam was such as the moon imparts to vapours she is about to sever.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48120.37It was as if a band of Italian days had come from the South, like a flock of glorious passenger birds, and lighted to rest them on the cliffs of Albion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54660.36He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18810.36On the hill-top above me sat the rising moon; pale yet as a cloud, but brightening momentarily, she looked over Hay, which, half lost in trees, sent up a blue smoke from its few chimneys: it was yet a mile distant, but in the absolute hush I could hear plainly its thin murmurs of life.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92320.35He lifted his hand and opened his eyelids; gazed blank, and with a straining effort, on the sky, and toward the amphitheatre of trees: one saw that all to him was void darkness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21840.35On the neck lay a pale reflection like moonlight; the same faint lustre touched the train of thin clouds from which rose and bowed this vision of the Evening Star.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19240.35pointing 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_65180.35She broke forth as never moon yet burst from cloud: a hand first penetrated the sable folds and waved them away; then, not a moon, but a white human form shone in the azure, inclining a glorious brow earthward.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11530.35Some heavy clouds, swept from the sky by a rising wind, had left the moon bare; and her light, streaming in through a window near, shone full both on us and on the approaching figure, which we at once recognised as Miss Temple.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1770.34I can now conjecture readily that this streak of light was, in all likelihood, a gleam from a lantern carried by some one across the lawn: but then, prepared as my mind was for horror, shaken as my nerves were by agitation, I thought the swift darting beam was a herald of some coming vision from another world.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96910.34The breeze is still: it is quite hot."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50770.34Is this my pale, little elf?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96900.34"The sun has dried up all the rain-drops, sir.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68690.34"There you have a dim and mighty archangel fitly set before you!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68280.34The light was yet there, shining dim but constant through the rain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48180.33The 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_29770.33It had been a mild, serene spring day -- one of those days which, towards the end of March or the beginning of April, rise shining over the earth as heralds of summer.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21830.33The dim forehead was crowned with a star; the lineaments below were seen as through the suffusion of vapour; the eyes shone dark and wild; the hair streamed shadowy, like a beamless cloud torn by storm or by electric travail.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48110.32CHAPTER XXIII A splendid Midsummer shone over England: skies so pure, suns so radiant as were then seen in long succession, seldom favour even singly, our wave-girt land.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68450.31The aperture was so screened and narrow, that curtain or shutter had been deemed unnecessary; and when I stooped down and put aside the spray of foliage shooting over it, I could see all within.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50320.30The moon was not yet set, and we were all in shadow: I could scarcely see my master's face, near as I was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21850.30The third showed the pinnacle of an iceberg piercing a polar winter sky: a muster of northern lights reared their dim lances, close serried, along the horizon.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55030.29The wind roared high in the great trees which embowered the gates; but the road as far as I could see, to the right hand and the left, was all still and solitary: save for the shadows of clouds crossing it at intervals as the moon looked out, it was but a long pale line, unvaried by one moving speck.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89970.29I might yet once more see the Hall under the ray of her star.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83190.29Hannah soon had a lantern lit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66410.29What a still, hot, perfect day!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65010.29Then came a deep, strong sob.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77430.29The head was finished already: there was but the background to tint and the drapery to shade off; a touch of carmine, too, to add to the ripe lips -- a soft curl here and there to the tresses -- a deeper tinge to the shadow of the lash under the azured eyelid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90400.27The lawn, the grounds were trodden and waste: the portal yawned void.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89320.27I seemed to penetrate very near a Mighty Spirit; and my soul rushed out in gratitude at His feet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47660.27-- but I'd as soon offer to take hold of a blue ignis fatuus light in a marsh.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25090.27"I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the sternness and stillness of the world under this frost.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18790.27I lingered till the sun went down amongst the trees, and sank crimson and clear behind them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75790.27Perfect beauty is a strong expression; but I do not retrace or qualify it: as sweet features as ever the temperate clime of Albion moulded; as pure hues of rose and lily as ever her humid gales and vapoury skies generated and screened, justified, in this instance, the term.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35880.33"Why don't you consult my art?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33960.33I have seen in his face a far different expression from that which hardens it now while she is so vivaciously accosting him; but then it came of itself: it was not elicited by meretricious arts and calculated manoeuvres; and one had but to accept it -- to answer what he asked without pretension, to address him when needful without grimace -- and it increased and grew kinder and more genial, and warmed one like a fostering sunbeam.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73250.28Indoors we agreed equally well.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73600.26I was sure St. John Rivers -- pure-lived, conscientious, zealous as he was -- had not yet found that peace of God which passeth all understanding: he had no more found it, I thought, than had I with my concealed and racking regrets for my broken idol and lost elysium -- regrets to which I have latterly avoided referring, but which possessed me and tyrannised over me ruthlessly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10670.26Leaning a little back on my bench, I could see the looks and grimaces with which they commented on this manoeuvre: it was a pity Mr. Brocklehurst could not see them too; he would perhaps have felt that, whatever he might do with the outside of the cup and platter, the inside was further beyond his interference than he imagined.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17200.56Mama used to teach me to dance and sing, and to say verses.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76710.53These 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_83850.50"I want you to give up German and learn Hindostanee."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63140.45She had two successors: an Italian, Giacinta, and a German, Clara; both considered singularly handsome.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5000.43I have a little boy, younger than you, who knows six Psalms by heart: and when you ask him which he would rather have, a gingerbread-nut to eat or a verse of a Psalm to learn, he says: 'Oh!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3580.41She boasted of beautiful paintings of landscapes and flowers by them executed; of songs they could sing and pieces they could play, of purses they could net, of French books they could translate; till my spirit was moved to emulation as I listened.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28720.36"A very rich and powerful one: she sang delightfully; it was a treat to listen to her; -- and she played afterwards.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31130.35She played: her execution was brilliant; she sang: her voice was fine; she talked French apart to her mamma; and she talked it well, with fluency and with a good accent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95620.33"I learnt German, at first."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8420.33"Do you like the little black one, and the Madame -?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83840.33"Learning German."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80770.33Again the latch rattled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77150.33Did I know French and German?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5010.33the verse of a Psalm!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15170.33Can you play on the piano?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72130.33It is seldom, indeed, an English face comes so near the antique models as did his.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17020.33She will be glad: nobody here understands her: Madame Fairfax is all English.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2640.33Meantime she sang: her song was - "In the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6500.33That afternoon lapsed in peace and harmony; and in the evening Bessie told me some of her most enchanting stories, and sang me some of her sweetest songs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14270.31She is qualified to teach the usual branches of a good English education, together with French, Drawing, and Music" (in those days, reader, this now narrow catalogue of accomplishments, would have been held tolerably comprehensive).
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32730.30said she, and again touching the piano, she commenced an accompaniment in spirited style.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12280.30I examined, too, in thought, the possibility of my ever being able to translate currently a certain little French story which Madame Pierrot had that day shown me; nor was that problem solved to my satisfaction ere I fell sweetly asleep.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95670.29"Rivers taught you Hindostanee?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94960.29"'Jeune encore,' as the French say.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53820.29I will not be your English Celine Varens.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15200.29"The Miss Reeds could not play as well!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16980.27Fortunately I had had the advantage of being taught French by a French lady; and as I had always made a point of conversing with Madame Pierrot as often as I could, and had besides, during the last seven years, learnt a portion of French by heart daily -- applying myself to take pains with my accent, and imitating as closely as possible the pronunciation of my teacher, I had acquired a certain degree of readiness and correctness in the language, and was not likely to be much at a loss with Mademoiselle Adela.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54090.27I remembered his fine voice; I knew he liked to sing -- good singers generally do.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8830.27It was English history: among the readers I observed my acquaintance of the verandah: at the commencement of the lesson, her place had been at the top of the class, but for some error of pronunciation, or some inattention to stops, she was suddenly sent to the very bottom.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54110.27No sooner had twilight, that hour of romance, began to lower her blue and starry banner over the lattice, than I rose, opened the piano, and entreated him, for the love of heaven, to give me a song.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63010.26I sought my ideal of a woman amongst English ladies, French countesses, Italian signoras, and German grafinnen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24990.26Here ensued a pause, filled up by the producing and lighting of a cigar; having placed it to his lips and breathed a trail of Havannah incense on the freezing and sunless air, he went on - "I liked bonbons too in those days, Miss Eyre, and I was croquant -- (overlook the barbarism) -- croquant chocolate comfits, and smoking alternately, watching meantime the equipages that rolled along the fashionable streets towards the neighbouring opera-house, when in an elegant close carriage drawn by a beautiful pair of English horses, and distinctly seen in the brilliant city-night, I recognised the 'voiture' I had given Celine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73330.25Diana offered to teach me German.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2500.25Yet, I thought, I ought to have been happy, for none of the Reeds were there, they were all gone out in the carriage with their mama.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17210.25A great many gentlemen and ladies came to see mama, and I used to dance before them, or to sit on their knees and sing to them: I liked it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33100.23I wondered what they were going to do the first evening a change of entertainment was proposed: they spoke of "playing charades," but in my ignorance I did not understand the term.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54200.21Being pushed unceremoniously to one side -- which was precisely what I wished -- he usurped my place, and proceeded to accompany himself: for he could play as well as sing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95660.17"A little Hindostanee."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95600.17"Hindostanee."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72580.17"Yet if I know nothing about you or your history, I cannot help you," he said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65050.17I said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47510.17"Hillo!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41490.17"Precisely: I see you do.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33590.17"Alas!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33170.17"Will you play?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26650.17"Not at all: just be still.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22120.17There!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17360.17Now shall I dance for you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17100.17Bah!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11950.17There is not enough for three."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58380.54"That -- if a genuine document -- may prove I have been married, but it does not prove that the woman mentioned therein as my wife is still living."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84750.50He continued - "God and nature intended you for a missionary's wife.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58780.50Bertha Mason is mad; and she came of a mad family; idiots and maniacs through three generations!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96080.45He wanted to marry me only because he thought I should make a suitable missionary's wife, which she would not have done.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25690.44It was a pity: if she could but have been proved to resemble him, he would have thought more of her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11180.44Such is the imperfect nature of man!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85690.43Again I tell you it is not the insignificant private individual -- the mere man, with the man's selfish senses -- I wish to mate: it is the missionary."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60720.42You 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_33980.42I do not think she will manage it; and yet it might be managed; and his wife might, I verily believe, be the very happiest woman the sun shines on."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89230.40"This is not thy deception, nor thy witchcraft: it is the work of nature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61690.40"Sir, your wife is living: that is a fact acknowledged this morning by yourself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55850.38What do you fear?- -that I shall not prove a good husband?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1430.38Eliza, who was headstrong and selfish, was respected.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49870.37You -- poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are -- I entreat to accept me as a husband."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33560.37Oh, had you but lived a few years earlier, what a gallant gentleman-highwayman you would have made!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62230.35Bertha Mason, the true daughter of an infamous mother, dragged me through all the hideous and degrading agonies which must attend a man bound to a wife at once intemperate and unchaste.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84770.34A missionary's wife you must -- shall be.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60830.34If you were mad, do you think I should hate you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47340.34But what is so headstrong as youth?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78630.34He had not imagined that a woman would dare to speak so to a man.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63910.34To tell me that I had already a wife is empty mockery: you know now that I had but a hideous demon.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60590.34you won't kiss the husband of Bertha Mason?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57250.34I see you would ask why I keep such a woman in my house: when we have been married a year and a day, I will tell you; but not now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49380.34Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43120.34"Yes, sir, he has lived ten years in the family."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87430.34With me, then, it seems, you cannot go: but if you are sincere in your offer, I will, while in town, speak to a married missionary, whose wife needs a coadjutor.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86390.34Refuse to be my wife, and you limit yourself for ever to a track of selfish ease and barren obscurity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86110.34"I repeat I freely consent to go with you as your fellow-missionary, but not as your wife; I cannot marry you and become part of you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25590.32I acknowledged no natural claim on Adele's part to be supported by me, nor do I now acknowledge any, for I am not her father; but hearing that she was quite destitute, I e'en took the poor thing out of the slime and mud of Paris, and transplanted it here, to grow up clean in the wholesome soil of an English country garden.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85190.31My business is to live without him now: nothing so absurd, so weak as to drag on from day to day, as if I were waiting some impossible change in circumstances, which might reunite me to him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58540.31Then addressing Mason, he inquired gently, "Are you aware, sir, whether or not this gentleman's wife is still living?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29050.31It does good to no woman to be flattered by her superior, who cannot possibly intend to marry her; and it is madness in all women to let a secret love kindle within them, which, if unreturned and unknown, must devour the life that feeds it; and, if discovered and responded to, must lead, ignis-fatus-like, into miry wilds whence there is no extrication.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84900.30"I do not understand a missionary life: I have never studied missionary labours."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27980.30It was strange: a bold, vindictive, and haughty gentleman seemed somehow in the power of one of the meanest of his dependants; so much in her power, that even when she lifted her hand against his life, he dared not openly charge her with the attempt, much less punish her for it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76670.29Many showed themselves obliging, and amiable too; and I discovered amongst them not a few examples of natural politeness, and innate self-respect, as well as of excellent capacity, that won both my goodwill and my admiration.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96780.29Jane suits me: do I suit her?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86820.29For my part, I wish you no ill and all good."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78390.29Rosamond a missionary's wife?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61600.29As to the new existence, it is all right: you shall yet be my wife: I am not married.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46730.29Poor, suffering woman!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42780.29Who may she be that sends for people to see her that distance?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32120.29But poor Madame Joubert!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46860.29After a silence of some minutes she observed - "With her constitution she should have lived to a good old age: her life was shortened by trouble."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23480.28"Then, in the first place, do you agree with me that I have a right to be a little masterful, abrupt, perhaps exacting, sometimes, on the grounds I stated, namely, that I am old enough to be your father, and that I have battled through a varied experience with many men of many nations, and roamed over half the globe, while you have lived quietly with one set of people in one house?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12110.28They conversed of things I had never heard of; of nations and times past; of countries far away; of secrets of nature discovered or guessed at: they spoke of books: how many they had read!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91580.27Some say it was a just judgment on him for keeping his first marriage secret, and wanting to take another wife while he had one living: but I pity him, for my part."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87420.27He answered emphatically but calmly - "A female curate, who is not my wife, would never suit me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73850.27He resumed - "And since I am myself poor and obscure, I can offer you but a service of poverty and obscurity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54450.27"Would I forgive him for the selfish idea, and prove my pardon by a reconciling kiss?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17650.27"Not particularly so; but he has a gentleman's tastes and habits, and he expects to have things managed in conformity to them."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24580.52I see at intervals the glance of a curious sort of bird through the close-set bars of a cage: a vivid, restless, resolute captive is there; were it but free, it would soar cloud-high.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21780.50The first represented clouds low and livid, rolling over a swollen sea: all the distance was in eclipse; so, too, was the foreground; or rather, the nearest billows, for there was no land.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_190.46The words in these introductory pages connected themselves with the succeeding vignettes, and gave significance to the rock standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the broken boat stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly moon glancing through bars of cloud at a wreck just sinking.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93740.41You have a 'faux air' of Nebuchadnezzar in the fields about you, that is certain: your hair reminds me of eagles' feathers; whether your nails are grown like birds' claws or not, I have not yet noticed."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58250.40His whole face was colourless rock: his eye was both spark and flint.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63000.33Provided with plenty of money and the passport of an old name, I could choose my own society: no circles were closed against me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73780.33I grew impatient: a restless movement or two, and an eager and exacting glance fastened on his face, conveyed the feeling to him as effectually as words could have done, and with less trouble.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27340.31Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54840.30I waited now his return; eager to disburthen my mind, and to seek of him the solution of the enigma that perplexed me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_210.30The two ships becalmed on a torpid sea, I believed to be marine phantoms.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50380.30I should have said so, perhaps, but a livid, vivid spark leapt out of a cloud at which I was looking, and there was a crack, a crash, and a close rattling peal; and I thought only of hiding my dazzled eyes against Mr. Rochester's shoulder.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25070.29Floating on with closed eyes and muffled ears, you neither see the rocks bristling not far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the breakers boil at their base.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93860.28"Very dimly -- each is a luminous cloud."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71150.28"Mak' 'em into pies."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72180.28Quiescent as he now sat, there was something about his nostril, his mouth, his brow, which, to my perceptions, indicated elements within either restless, or hard, or eager.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76970.28And then she would pout like a disappointed child; a pensive cloud would soften her radiant vivacity; she would withdraw her hand hastily from his, and turn in transient petulance from his aspect, at once so heroic and so martyr-like.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38860.27"But don't pull me down or strangle me," he replied: for the Misses Eshton were clinging about him now; and the two dowagers, in vast white wrappers, were bearing down on him like ships in full sail.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78730.27THAT is just as fixed as a rock, firm set in the depths of a restless sea.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59130.26"We're tolerable, sir, I thank you," replied Grace, lifting the boiling mess carefully on to the hob: "rather snappish, but not 'rageous."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80440.25One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25390.25After this digression he proceeded - "I remained in the balcony.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38500.25And overhead -- yes, in the room just above my chamber-ceiling -- I now heard a struggle: a deadly one it seemed from the noise; and a half-smothered voice shouted - "Help!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82710.23Don't cling so tenaciously to ties of the flesh; save your constancy and ardour for an adequate cause; forbear to waste them on trite transient objects.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92240.23The caged eagle, whose gold-ringed eyes cruelty has extinguished, might look as looked that sightless Samson.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90190.22The crows sailing overhead perhaps watched me while I took this survey.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30790.21They dispersed about the room, reminding me, by the lightness and buoyancy of their movements, of a flock of white plumy birds.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45370.18Georgiana would chatter nonsense to her canary bird by the hour, and take no notice of me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56920.16"Afterwards?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28540.16"Yes, I saw her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89330.16I rose from the thanksgiving -- took a resolve -- and lay down, unscared, enlightened -- eager but for the daylight.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41150.77He 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_54950.56Here and there I strayed through the orchard, gathered up the apples with which the grass round the tree roots was thickly strewn; then I employed myself in dividing the ripe from the unripe; I carried them into the house and put them away in the store-room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48210.54At 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_48300.53But 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_48200.52No nook in the grounds more sheltered and more Eden-like; it was full of trees, it bloomed with flowers: a very high wall shut it out from the court, on one side; on the other, a beech avenue screened it from the lawn.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92090.47There were no flowers, no garden-beds; only a broad gravel-walk girdling a grass-plat, and this set in the heavy frame of the forest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92010.46There was a grass-grown track descending the forest aisle between hoar and knotty shafts and under branched arches.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90160.44I had coasted along the lower wall of the orchard -- turned its angle: there was a gate just there, opening into the meadow, between two stone pillars crowned by stone balls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47420.43How full the hedges are of roses!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5940.43I leaned against a gate, and looked into an empty field where no sheep were feeding, where the short grass was nipped and blanched.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54890.42Descending the laurel walk, I faced the wreck of the chestnut-tree; it stood up black and riven: the trunk, split down the centre, gasped ghastly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48260.38I see trees laden with ripening fruit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50530.37Before I left my bed in the morning, little Adele came running in to tell me that the great horse-chestnut at the bottom of the orchard had been struck by lightning in the night, and half of it split away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96340.36"You are no ruin, sir -- no lightning-struck tree: you are green and vigorous.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24030.36And I may get it as sweet and fresh as the wild honey the bee gathers on the moor."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17130.36We stayed there nearly a week: I and Sophie used to walk every day in a great green place full of trees, called the Park; and there were many children there besides me, and a pond with beautiful birds in it, that I fed with crumbs."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96320.35"I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard," he remarked ere long.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12530.35Its garden, too, glowed with flowers: hollyhocks had sprung up tall as trees, lilies had opened, tulips and roses were in bloom; the borders of the little beds were gay with pink thrift and crimson double daisies; the sweetbriars gave out, morning and evening, their scent of spice and apples; and these fragrant treasures were all useless for most of the inmates of Lowood, except to furnish now and then a handful of herbs and blossoms to put in a coffin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6800.33"Ay, ay!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68360.33I put out my hand to feel the dark mass before me: I discriminated the rough stones of a low wall -- above it, something like palisades, and within, a high and prickly hedge.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4310.32I gave another tug before I answered, for I wanted the bird to be secure of its bread: the sash yielded; I scattered the crumbs, some on the stone sill, some on the cherry-tree bough, then, closing the window, I replied - "No, Bessie; I have only just finished dusting."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18750.31Far and wide, on each side, there were only fields, where no cattle now browsed; and the little brown birds, which stirred occasionally in the hedge, looked like single russet leaves that had forgotten to drop.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91450.30Ay, dead as the stones on which her brains and blood were scattered."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55360.30This is you, who have been as slippery as an eel this last month, and as thorny as a briar-rose?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57880.30I remember something, too, of the green grave-mounds; and I have not forgotten, either, two figures of strangers straying amongst the low hillocks and reading the mementoes graven on the few mossy head-stones.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66400.29Long 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_50330.29And what ailed the chestnut tree?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24800.28I have been green, too, Miss Eyre, -- ay, grass green: not a more vernal tint freshens you now than once freshened me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92070.28I proceeded: at last my way opened, the trees thinned a little; presently I beheld a railing, then the house -- scarce, by this dim light, distinguishable from the trees; so dank and green were its decaying walls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63600.28I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7830.28The garden was a wide inclosure, surrounded with walls so high as to exclude every glimpse of prospect; a covered verandah ran down one side, and broad walks bordered a middle space divided into scores of little beds: these beds were assigned as gardens for the pupils to cultivate, and each bed had an owner.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90020.27With what feelings I welcomed single trees I knew, and familiar glimpses of meadow and hill between them!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66450.27I saw a lizard run over the crag; I saw a bee busy among the sweet bilberries.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41560.27The arbour was an arch in the wall, lined with ivy; it contained a rustic seat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41140.27Now HERE" (he pointed to the leafy enclosure we had entered) "all is real, sweet, and pure."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24820.26Not valuing now the root whence it sprang; having found that it was of a sort which nothing but gold dust could manure, I have but half a liking to the blossom, especially when it looks so artificial as just now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12350.26On Thursday afternoons (half-holidays) we now took walks, and found still sweeter flowers opening by the wayside, under the hedges.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49600.25A waft of wind came sweeping down the laurel-walk, and trembled through the boughs of the chestnut: it wandered away -- away -- to an indefinite distance -- it died.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73180.23I, too, in the grey, small, antique structure, with its low roof, its latticed casements, its mouldering walls, its avenue of aged firs -- all grown aslant under the stress of mountain winds; its garden, dark with yew and holly -- and where no flowers but of the hardiest species would bloom -- found a charm both potent and permanent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12270.23That night, on going to bed, I forgot to prepare in imagination the Barmecide supper of hot roast potatoes, or white bread and new milk, with which I was wont to amuse my inward cravings: I feasted instead on the spectacle of ideal drawings, which I saw in the dark; all the work of my own hands: freely pencilled houses and trees, picturesque rocks and ruins, Cuyp-like groups of cattle, sweet paintings of butterflies hovering over unblown roses, of birds picking at ripe cherries, of wren's nests enclosing pearl-like eggs, wreathed about with young ivy sprays.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33950.22It seems to me that she might, by merely sitting quietly at his side, saying little and looking less, get nigher his heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47440.21I passed a tall briar, shooting leafy and flowery branches across the path; I see the narrow stile with stone steps; and I see -- Mr. Rochester sitting there, a book and a pencil in his hand; he is writing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66200.21I saw ripe bilberries gleaming here and there, like jet beads in the heath: I gathered a handful and ate them with the bread.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54920.20"I think, scathed as you look, and charred and scorched, there must be a little sense of life in you yet, rising out of that adhesion at the faithful, honest roots: you will never have green leaves more -- never more see birds making nests and singing idyls in your boughs; the time of pleasure and love is over with you: but you are not desolate: each of you has a comrade to sympathise with him in his decay."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48230.20While such honey-dew fell, such silence reigned, such gloaming gathered, I felt as if I could haunt such shade for ever; but in threading the flower and fruit parterres at the upper part of the enclosure, enticed there by the light the now rising moon cast on this more open quarter, my step is stayed -- not by sound, not by sight, but once more by a warning fragrance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40960.20The stillness of early morning slumbered everywhere; the curtains were yet drawn over the servants' chamber windows; little birds were just twittering in the blossom-blanched orchard trees, whose boughs drooped like white garlands over the wall enclosing one side of the yard; the carriage horses stamped from time to time in their closed stables: all else was still.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7880.20I leant against a pillar of the verandah, drew my grey mantle close about me, and, trying to forget the cold which nipped me without, and the unsatisfied hunger which gnawed me within, delivered myself up to the employment of watching and thinking.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54900.20The cloven halves were not broken from each other, for the firm base and strong roots kept them unsundered below; though community of vitality was destroyed -- the sap could flow no more: their great boughs on each side were dead, and next winter's tempests would be sure to fell one or both to earth: as yet, however, they might be said to form one tree -- a ruin, but an entire ruin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48930.19we'll talk over the voyage and the parting quietly half-an-hour or so, while the stars enter into their shining life up in heaven yonder: here is the chestnut tree: here is the bench at its old roots.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25170.18She stood there, by that beech-trunk -- a hag like one of those who appeared to Macbeth on the heath of Forres.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87390.45You 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_64660.45The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter -- often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter -- in the eye.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53860.45"Well, for cool native impudence and pure innate pride, you haven't your equal," said he.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25050.36You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28950.33your folly sickens me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78470.33My foundation laid on earth for a mansion in heaven?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54100.33I was no vocalist myself, and, in his fastidious judgment, no musician, either; but I delighted in listening when the performance was good.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5170.30I have studied how best to mortify in them the worldly sentiment of pride; and, only the other day, I had a pleasing proof of my success.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62420.30Mosquitoes came buzzing in and hummed sullenly round the room; the sea, which I could hear from thence, rumbled dull like an earthquake -- black clouds were casting up over it; the moon was setting in the waves, broad and red, like a hot cannon-ball -- she threw her last bloody glance over a world quivering with the ferment of tempest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86860.30This, spoken in a cool, tranquil tone, was mortifying and baffling enough.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81640.30you quite put me out of patience: I am rational enough; it is you who misunderstand, or rather who affect to misunderstand."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89610.29The wondrous shock of feeling had come like the earthquake which shook the foundations of Paul and Silas's prison; it had opened the doors of the soul's cell and loosed its bands -- it had wakened it out of its sleep, whence it sprang trembling, listening, aghast; then vibrated thrice a cry on my startled ear, and in my quaking heart and through my spirit, which neither feared nor shook, but exulted as if in joy over the success of one effort it had been privileged to make, independent of the cumbrous body.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23830.28I was your equal at eighteen -- quite your equal.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71510.27"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_94600.25I had wakened the glow: his features beamed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38180.25"If all these people came in a body and spat at me, what would you do, Jane?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52720.25I knew such an idea would shock, perhaps offend you; and you were so discreet, and so thoroughly modest and sensible, I hoped you might be trusted to protect yourself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77050.24She was hasty, but good-humoured; vain (she could not help it, when every glance in the glass showed her such a flush of loveliness), but not affected; liberal-handed; innocent of the pride of wealth; ingenuous; sufficiently intelligent; gay, lively, and unthinking: she was very charming, in short, even to a cool observer of her own sex like me; but she was not profoundly interesting or thoroughly impressive.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82570.23"It is all very well for the present," said he; "but seriously, I trust that when the first flush of vivacity is over, you will look a little higher than domestic endearments and household joys."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51900.23You glowed in the cool moonlight last night, when you mutinied against fate, and claimed your rank as my equal.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3050.22"I was knocked down," was the blunt explanation, jerked out of me by another pang of mortified pride; "but that did not make me ill," I added; while Mr. Lloyd helped himself to a pinch of snuff.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58480.20His eye, as I have often said, was a black eye: it had now a tawny, nay, a bloody light in its gloom; and his face flushed -- olive cheek and hueless forehead received a glow as from spreading, ascending heart-fire: and he stirred, lifted his strong arm -- he could have struck Mason, dashed him on the church-floor, shocked by ruthless blow the breath from his body -- but Mason shrank away, and cried faintly, "Good God!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54550.20The system thus entered on, I pursued during the whole season of probation; and with the best success.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91410.20I witnessed, and several more witnessed, Mr. Rochester ascend through the sky-light on to the roof; we heard him call 'Bertha!'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17250.20It was the strain of a forsaken lady, who, after bewailing the perfidy of her lover, calls pride to her aid; desires her attendant to deck her in her brightest jewels and richest robes, and resolves to meet the false one that night at a ball, and prove to him, by the gaiety of her demeanour, how little his desertion has affected her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86010.16it would never do!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60150.16"You come out at last," he said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40480.16There!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75400.50I think it contains a colour-box, pencils, and paper."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21590.50He deliberately scrutinised each sketch and painting.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79110.46I, in my turn, scrutinised the paper; but saw nothing on it save a few dingy stains of paint where I had tried the tint in my pencil.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29190.43An 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_21770.43These pictures were in water-colours.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79010.37He drew over the picture the sheet of thin paper on which I was accustomed to rest my hand in painting, to prevent the cardboard from being sullied.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77250.36The sketch of Rosamond's portrait pleased him highly: he said I must make a finished picture of it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73360.36They discovered I could draw: their pencils and colour-boxes were immediately at my service.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45580.36I offered to sketch their portraits; and each, in turn, sat for a pencil outline.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4100.34To this crib I always took my doll; human beings must love something, and, in the dearth of worthier objects of affection, I contrived to find a pleasure in loving and cherishing a faded graven image, shabby as a miniature scarecrow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45600.33I promised to contribute a water-colour drawing: this put her at once into good humour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77900.33And now, sir, to reward you for the accurate guess, I will promise to paint you a careful and faithful duplicate of this very picture, provided you admit that the gift would be acceptable to you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57560.31So I turned at the door: I saw a robed and veiled figure, so unlike my usual self that it seemed almost the image of a stranger.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93300.29And you are not a pining outcast amongst strangers?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33650.29She giggled, and her colour rose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21900.29"Were you happy when you painted these pictures?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80230.28And the pocket-book was again deliberately produced, opened, sought through; from one of its compartments was extracted a shabby slip of paper, hastily torn off: I recognised in its texture and its stains of ultra-marine, and lake, and vermillion, the ravished margin of the portrait-cover.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77210.27I took a sheet of fine card-board, and drew a careful outline.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77180.25Would I sketch a portrait of her, to show to papa?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49700.25"My bride is here," he said, again drawing me to him, "because my equal is here, and my likeness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85050.23Jane, you are docile, diligent, disinterested, faithful, constant, and courageous; very gentle, and very heroic: cease to mistrust yourself -- I can trust you unreservedly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92920.23"No delusion -- no madness: your mind, sir, is too strong for delusion, your health too sound for frenzy."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45390.22Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the window, and busy myself in sketching fancy vignettes, representing any scene that happened momentarily to shape itself in the ever-shifting kaleidoscope of imagination: a glimpse of sea between two rocks; the rising moon, and a ship crossing its disk; a group of reeds and water-flags, and a naiad's head, crowned with lotus-flowers, rising out of them; an elf sitting in a hedge-sparrow's nest, under a wreath of hawthorn-bloom.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68580.22This scene was as silent as if all the figures had been shadows and the firelit apartment a picture: so hushed was it, I could hear the cinders fall from the grate, the clock tick in its obscure corner; and I even fancied I could distinguish the click-click of the woman's knitting-needles.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72080.20A few strange, antique portraits of the men and women of other days decorated the stained walls; a cupboard with glass doors contained some books and an ancient set of china.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12670.18How could it be otherwise, when Helen, at all times and under all circumstances, evinced for me a quiet and faithful friendship, which ill-humour never soured, nor irritation never troubled?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86400.18Tremble lest in that case you should be numbered with those who have denied the faith, and are worse than infidels!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46310.18I wished to see Jane Eyre, and I fancy a likeness where none exists: besides, in eight years she must be so changed."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3790.18-- with her long curls and her blue eyes, and such a sweet colour as she has; just as if she were painted!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92780.17Who is this?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91150.17Leah liked her well enough.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79850.17-- To proceed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78950.17Once more he looked at the portrait.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78130.17"DOES she like me?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77140.17"Had I done these pictures?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69960.17"Famished, I think.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61020.17he reiterated with irritation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60410.17I want some water."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56800.17"And how were they?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55500.17"Except me: I am substantial enough -- touch me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50020.17"How can I do that?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35350.17asked Mary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28140.17She went on sketching; I went on thinking.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63260.53Hiring 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_96990.46I did wrong: I would have sullied my innocent flower -- breathed guilt on its purity: the Omnipotent snatched it from me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63220.43Did it not seem to you in the least wrong to live in that way, first with one mistress and then another?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58820.42I had a charming partner -- pure, wise, modest: you can fancy I was a happy man.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66600.40I must struggle on: strive to live and bend to toil like the rest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9300.38"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_33630.38"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_11440.36"No; I know I should think well of myself; but that is not enough: if others don't love me I would rather die than live -- I cannot bear to be solitary and hated, Helen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27760.36The idea struck me that if she discovered I knew or suspected her guilt, she would be playing of some of her malignant pranks on me; I thought it advisable to be on my guard.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97730.35He has maintained a regular, though not frequent, correspondence ever since: he hopes I am happy, and trusts I am not of those who live without God in the world, and only mind earthly things.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80270.34You own the name and renounce the alias?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46390.34"Well, I have twice done you a wrong which I regret now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37570.34Something of masquerade I suspected.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13450.34"And shall I see you again, Helen, when I die?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98090.33My Edward and I, then, are happy: and the more so, because those we most love are happy likewise.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61640.33There you shall live a happy, and guarded, and most innocent life.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93970.33It brought to life and light my whole nature: in his presence I thoroughly lived; and he lived in mine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11000.33You must be on your guard against her; you must shun her example; if necessary, avoid her company, exclude her from your sports, and shut her out from your converse.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24270.33Only one thing, I know: you said you were not as good as you should like to be, and that you regretted your own imperfection; -- one thing I can comprehend: you intimated that to have a sullied memory was a perpetual bane.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62370.32mixed with the air I breathed; and besides, I remembered I had once been her husband -- that recollection was then, and is now, inexpressibly odious to me; moreover, I knew that while she lived I could never be the husband of another and better wife; and, though five years my senior (her family and her father had lied to me even in the particular of her age), she was likely to live as long as I, being as robust in frame as she was infirm in mind.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12760.31I was noting these things and enjoying them as a child might, when it entered my mind as it had never done before:- "How sad to be lying now on a sick bed, and to be in danger of dying!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70100.30Anxious as ever to avoid discovery, I had before resolved to assume an ALIAS.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63860.29"After a youth and manhood passed half in unutterable misery and half in dreary solitude, I have for the first time found what I can truly love -- I have found you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64400.29We were born to strive and endure -- you as well as I: do so.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55820.29-- no: but happy -- to the heart's core."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54410.29I had no intention of dying with him -- he might depend on that."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50600.29Nature must be gladsome when I was so happy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12880.29I should not have suspected that it meant she was dying; but I knew instantly now!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93290.25"And you do not lie dead in some ditch under some stream?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82740.25I feel I have adequate cause to be happy, and I WILL be happy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51240.25"I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40580.25I have striven long to avoid exposure, and I should not like it to come at last.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27080.25-- snatched me from a horrible and excruciating death!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_250.25With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: happy at least in my way.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34540.25Louisa said he was "a love of a creature," and she "adored him;" and Mary instanced his "pretty little mouth, and nice nose," as her ideal of the charming.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25840.25He 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_12510.25Many, already smitten, went home only to die: some died at the school, and were buried quietly and quickly, the nature of the malady forbidding delay.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12100.25Such was the characteristic of Helen's discourse on that, to me, memorable evening; her spirit seemed hastening to live within a very brief span as much as many live during a protracted existence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64340.22"Then you condemn me to live wretched and to die accursed?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40730.22It is not a thing to be used indiscriminately, but it is good upon occasion: as now, for instance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28250.22Surely I should not be wholly disappointed to- night, when I had so many things to say to him!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1300.21Mr. Reed had been dead nine years: it was in this chamber he breathed his last; here he lay in state; hence his coffin was borne by the undertaker's men; and, since that day, a sense of dreary consecration had guarded it from frequent intrusion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49370.21and can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42390.20His head was not strong: the knaves he lived amongst fooled him beyond anything I ever heard.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65710.20Birds began singing in brake and copse: birds were faithful to their mates; birds were emblems of love.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4110.20It 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_1660.20In such vault I had been told did Mr. Reed lie buried; and led by this thought to recall his idea, I dwelt on it with gathering dread.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17180.18"Adele," I inquired, "with whom did you live when you were in that pretty clean town you spoke of?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12480.17The few who continued well were allowed almost unlimited license; because the medical attendant insisted on the necessity of frequent exercise to keep them in health: and had it been otherwise, no one had leisure to watch or restrain them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95510.17"Once or twice."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5110.69"Nothing, indeed," thought I, as I struggled to repress a sob, and hastily wiped away some tears, the impotent evidences of my anguish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55040.61A puerile tear dimmed my eye while I looked -- a tear of disappointment and impatience; ashamed of it, I wiped it away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66330.44Looking up, I, with tear-dimmed eyes, saw the mighty Milky-way.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84300.44The bitter check had wrung from me some tears; and now, as I sat poring over the crabbed characters and flourishing tropes of an Indian scribe, my eyes filled again.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48440.44I followed with lagging step, and thoughts busily bent on discovering a means of extrication; but he himself looked so composed and so grave also, I became ashamed of feeling any confusion: the evil -- if evil existent or prospective there was -- seemed to lie with me only; his mind was unconscious and quiet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84130.44Of 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_95940.41Long as we have been parted, hot tears as I have wept over our separation, I never thought that while I was mourning her, she was loving another!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68930.40She wiped her eyes with her apron: the two girls, grave before, looked sad now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65890.38May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61270.36I had been struggling with tears for some time: I had taken great pains to repress them, because I knew he would not like to see me weep.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55160.33Away with evil presentiment!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97510.33A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60110.33I stumbled over an obstacle: my head was still dizzy, my sight was dim, and my limbs were feeble.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57790.33I wonder what other bridegroom ever looked as he did -- so bent up to a purpose, so grimly resolute: or who, under such steadfast brows, ever revealed such flaming and flashing eyes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12210.33The moment Miss Scatcherd withdrew after afternoon school, I ran to Helen, tore it off, and thrust it into the fire: the fury of which she was incapable had been burning in my soul all day, and tears, hot and large, had continually been scalding my cheek; for the spectacle of her sad resignation gave me an intolerable pain at the heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8620.31I expected she would show signs of great distress and shame; but to my surprise she neither wept nor blushed: composed, though grave, she stood, the central mark of all eyes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77280.31I found it a large, handsome residence, showing abundant evidences of wealth in the proprietor.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1720.30I wiped my tears and hushed my sobs, fearful lest any sign of violent grief might waken a preternatural voice to comfort me, or elicit from the gloom some haloed face, bending over me with strange pity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77990.30or would the sight of it bring recollections calculated to enervate and distress?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47980.26I that evening shut my eyes resolutely against the future: I stopped my cars against the voice that kept warning me of near separation and coming grief.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12160.26Helen she held a little longer than me: she let her go more reluctantly; it was Helen her eye followed to the door; it was for her she a second time breathed a sad sigh; for her she wiped a tear from her cheek.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91800.25The other eye inflamed: he lost the sight of that also.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90810.25Since he was not in the grave, I could bear, I thought, to learn that he was at the Antipodes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66810.25I felt sorely urged to weep; but conscious how unseasonable such a manifestation would be, I restrained it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63810.25"Don't talk any more of those days, sir," I interrupted, furtively dashing away some tears from my eyes; his language was torture to me; for I knew what I must do -- and do soon -- and all these reminiscences, and these revelations of his feelings only made my work more difficult.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49050.23In listening, I sobbed convulsively; for I could repress what I endured no longer; I was obliged to yield, and I was shaken from head to foot with acute distress.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33870.23If Miss Ingram had been a good and noble woman, endowed with force, fervour, kindness, sense, I should have had one vital struggle with two tigers -- jealousy and despair: then, my heart torn out and devoured, I should have admired her -- acknowledged her excellence, and been quiet for the rest of my days: and the more absolute her superiority, the deeper would have been my admiration -- the more truly tranquil my quiescence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86460.23I -- who, though I had no love, had much friendship for him -- was hurt by the marked omission: so much hurt that tears started to my eyes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69490.23I sank on the wet doorstep: I groaned -- I wrung my hands -- I wept in utter anguish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9530.22Yes, his enemies were the worst: they shed blood they had no right to shed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66260.22My rest might have been blissful enough, only a sad heart broke it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24540.22"If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22960.21there is something singular about you," said he: "you have the air of a little nonnette; quaint, quiet, grave, and simple, as you sit with your hands before you, and your eyes generally bent on the carpet (except, by-the-bye, when they are directed piercingly to my face; as just now, for instance); and when one asks you a question, or makes a remark to which you are obliged to reply, you rap out a round rejoinder, which, if not blunt, is at least brusque.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59710.21The morning had been a quiet morning enough -- all except the brief scene with the lunatic: the transaction in the church had not been noisy; there was no explosion of passion, no loud altercation, no dispute, no defiance or challenge, no tears, no sobs: a few words had been spoken, a calmly pronounced objection to the marriage made; some stern, short questions put by Mr. Rochester; answers, explanations given, evidence adduced; an open admission of the truth had been uttered by my master; then the living proof had been seen; the intruders were gone, and all was over.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94360.18If Saul could have had you for his David, the evil spirit would have been exorcised without the aid of the harp."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82700.18And try to restrain the disproportionate fervour with which you throw yourself into commonplace home pleasures.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64740.18If I tear, if I rend the slight prison, my outrage will only let the captive loose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8430.17-- I cannot pronounce her name as you do."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66430.17Everywhere sunshine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66100.17What was I to do?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63330.17You are looking grave.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5990.17where are you?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55730.17"Believe!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51670.17I would much rather have all your confidence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35080.17and do my bidding."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3040.17She must be eight or nine years old."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21170.17"Oh, no."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16690.17"Who is he?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15040.17"What does he look like?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14460.17J.E.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50740.62I 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_63990.55I was experiencing an ordeal: a hand of fiery iron grasped my vitals.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43210.55He took the purse, poured the hoard into his palm, and chuckled over it as if its scantiness amused him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41890.50"Shake hands in confirmation of the word.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79720.50It aroused him; he uncrossed his legs, sat erect, turned to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29360.46Why my hand shook, and why I involuntarily spilt half the contents of my cup into my saucer, I did not choose to consider.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87780.46I put her cool hand to my hot forehead; "No, Die, not one whit."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16610.45I went up to her, and was received with an affable kiss and shake of the hand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97470.43Then he stretched his hand out to be led.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61760.43burst involuntarily from my lips.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64140.38softly kissing my forehead and cheek.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76470.34She held out her hand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44710.34And yet I stooped down and kissed her: she looked at me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31630.34Coffee is handed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9260.34If she struck me with that rod, I should get it from her hand; I should break it under her nose."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86530.34What a cold, loose touch, he impressed on my fingers!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45490.34I looked at it; I smiled at the speaking likeness: I was absorbed and content.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43520.34"And so have I, sir," I returned, putting my hands and my purse behind me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96760.33I did not like to put my hand into a hireling's, but it is pleasant to feel it circled by Jane's little fingers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83560.33suggested Mary, the words seeming to escape her lips involuntarily: for no sooner had she uttered them, than she made a gesture as if wishing to recall them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46050.33Georgiana took out her handkerchief and blew her nose for an hour afterwards; Eliza sat cold, impassable, and assiduously industrious.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61250.33I took hold of his clenched hand, loosened the contorted fingers, and said to him, soothingly - "Sit down; I'll talk to you as long as you like, and hear all you have to say, whether reasonable or unreasonable."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29350.33And while she broke the seal and perused the document, I went on taking my coffee (we were at breakfast): it was hot, and I attributed to that circumstance a fiery glow which suddenly rose to my face.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54580.32He continued to send for me punctually the moment the clock struck seven; though when I appeared before him now, he had no such honeyed terms as "love" and "darling" on his lips: the best words at my service were "provoking puppet," "malicious elf," "sprite," "changeling," &c. For caresses, too, I now got grimaces; for a pressure of the hand, a pinch on the arm; for a kiss on the cheek, a severe tweak of the ear.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74580.32"We are now without father: we shall soon be without home and brother," she murmured, At that moment a little accident supervened, which seemed decreed by fate purposely to prove the truth of the adage, that "misfortunes never come singly," and to add to their distresses the vexing one of the slip between the cup and the lip.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92760.30He put out his hand with a quick gesture, but not seeing where I stood, he did not touch me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31230.30Mrs. Dent had kindly taken her hand, and given her a kiss.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65000.29broke in anguish from his lips.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64700.29(And he shook me with the force of his hold.)
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58110.29What a hot and strong grasp he had!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55520.29He held out his hand, laughing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53610.29He chuckled; he rubbed his hands.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45340.29Meantime, I got on as well as I could with Georgiana and Eliza.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28130.29"I am hot, Adele, with stooping!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50960.29In a day or two I hope to pour them into your lap: for every privilege, every attention shall be yours that I would accord a peer's daughter, if about to marry her."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60530.28Suddenly he turned away, with an inarticulate exclamation, full of passionate emotion of some kind; he walked fast through the room and came back; he stooped towards me as if to kiss me; but I remembered caresses were now forbidden.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31670.28Sir George -- whom, by-the-bye, I have forgotten to describe, -- a very big, and very fresh-looking country gentleman, stands before their sofa, coffee-cup in hand, and occasionally puts in a word.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22830.28Adele, indeed, no sooner saw Mrs. Fairfax, than she summoned her to her sofa, and there quickly filled her lap with the porcelain, the ivory, the waxen contents of her "boite;" pouring out, meantime, explanations and raptures in such broken English as she was mistress of.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79370.27I waited, expecting he would say something I could at least comprehend; but his hand was now at his chin, his finger on his lip: he was thinking.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61180.27(he stooped and approached his lips to my ear); "because, if you won't, I'll try violence."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39660.27Mr. Rochester put the now bloody sponge into my hand, and I proceeded to use it as he had done.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61730.27He bared his wrist, and offered it to me: the blood was forsaking his cheek and lips, they were growing livid; I was distressed on all hands.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5050.26I was about to propound a question, touching the manner in which that operation of changing my heart was to be performed, when Mrs. Reed interposed, telling me to sit down; she then proceeded to carry on the conversation herself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85820.25He had held me in awe, because he had held me in doubt.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72860.25Come to the sofa and sit down now, Miss Elliott."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57060.25Am I leaving you without a tear -- without a kiss -- without a word?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43870.25If one shook hands, for instance; but no -- that would not content me either.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36160.25"I can make nothing of such a hand as that; almost without lines: besides, what is in a palm?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21620.25I perceive those pictures were done by one hand: was that hand yours?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1940.25I had now got hold of Bessie's hand, and she did not snatch it from me.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44270.63Glancing 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_83800.57His sisters were gone to Morton in my stead: I sat reading Schiller; he, deciphering his crabbed Oriental scrolls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75060.50But three of the number can read: none write or cipher.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5900.50I took a book -- some Arabian tales; I sat down and endeavoured to read.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74100.40Knitting, sewing, reading, writing, ciphering, will be all you will have to teach.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_150.40I returned to my book -- Bewick's History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could not pass quite as a blank.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81050.38I remember now seeing the letter E. comprised in your initials written in books you have at different times lent me; but I never asked for what name it stood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45720.38Three times a day she studied a little book, which I found, on inspection, was a Common Prayer Book.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8050.37"You may look at it," replied the girl, offering me the book.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76830.37Rosamond Oliver kept her word in coming to visit me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68790.37We don't speak German, and we cannot read it without a dictionary to help us."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2580.37Bessie asked if I would have a book: the word BOOK acted as a transient stimulus, and I begged her to fetch Gulliver's Travels from the library.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83550.33"And Rosamond Oliver?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4900.33"Do you read your Bible?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47680.33truant!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46470.33"Read the letter," she said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65570.33The first was a page so heavenly sweet -- so deadly sad -- that to read one line of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77420.31The translation of a few pages of German occupied an hour; then I got my palette and pencils, and fell to the more soothing, because easier occupation, of completing Rosamond Oliver's miniature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32480.31She appeared to be on her high horse to-night; both her words and her air seemed intended to excite not only the admiration, but the amazement of her auditors: she was evidently bent on striking them as something very dashing and daring indeed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73270.31I devoured the books they lent me: then it was full satisfaction to discuss with them in the evening what I had perused during the day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43220.31Soon he produced his pocket- book: "Here," said he, offering me a note; it was fifty pounds, and he owed me but fifteen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14420.31I had to sit with the girls during their hour of study; then it was my turn to read prayers; to see them to bed: afterwards I supped with the other teachers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77600.29Mediocrity, no: do not let envy prompt you to the thought.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2590.29This book I had again and again perused with delight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21030.29She began by felling my horse."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17060.29I nearly fell out of mine; it was like a shelf.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68640.28The other girl, who had lifted her head to listen to her sister, repeated, while she gazed at the fire, a line of what had been read.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7980.27I saw a girl sitting on a stone bench near; she was bent over a book, on the perusal of which she seemed intent: from where I stood I could see the title -- it was "Rasselas;" a name that struck me as strange, and consequently attractive.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88350.27For the evening reading before prayers, he selected the twenty-first chapter of Revelation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89300.25Where there is energy to command well enough, obedience never fails.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45730.25I asked her once what was the great attraction of that volume, and she said, "the Rubric."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73910.25He looked at me before he proceeded: indeed, he seemed leisurely to read my face, as if its features and lines were characters on a page.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86600.25Without one overt act of hostility, one upbraiding word, he contrived to impress me momently with the conviction that I was put beyond the pale of his favour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68700.22The line is worth a hundred pages of fustian.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68570.21A stand between them supported a second candle and two great volumes, to which they frequently referred, comparing them, seemingly, with the smaller books they held in their hands, like people consulting a dictionary to aid them in the task of translation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_640.20I did so, not at first aware what was his intention; but when I saw him lift and poise the book and stand in act to hurl it, I instinctively started aside with a cry of alarm: not soon enough, however; the volume was flung, it hit me, and I fell, striking my head against the door and cutting it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83570.20St. John had a book in his hand -- it was his unsocial custom to read at meals -- he closed it, and looked up, "Rosamond Oliver," said he, "is about to be married to Mr. Granby, one of the best connected and most estimable residents in S-, grandson and heir to Sir Frederic Granby: I had the intelligence from her father yesterday."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52280.20The old lady, had been reading her morning portion of Scripture -- the Lesson for the day; her Bible lay open before her, and her spectacles were upon it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11010.18Teachers, you must watch her: keep your eyes on her movements, weigh well her words, scrutinise her actions, punish her body to save her soul: if, indeed, such salvation be possible, for (my tongue falters while I tell it) this girl, this child, the native of a Christian land, worse than many a little heathen who says its prayers to Brahma and kneels before Juggernaut -- this girl is -- a liar!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94940.17Or what does it mean?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9190.17why should I?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6370.17"You don't show it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60280.17Nothing bitter -- nothing poignant?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49880.17"What, me!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4930.17Are you fond of it?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47670.17Truant!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32210.17"Certainly, my best.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28580.17"And what was she like?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21120.17"Have you read much?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19850.17"With whom?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79390.37A perhaps uncalled-for gush of pity came over my heart: I was moved to say - "I wish Diana or Mary would come and live with you: it is too bad that you should be quite alone; and you are recklessly rash about your own health."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97010.35Divine justice pursued its course; disasters came thick on me: I was forced to pass through the valley of the shadow of death.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78900.35From the wild stringy root of human uprightness, she has reared a due sense of the Divine justice.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85380.33No: such a martyrdom would be monstrous.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75990.33"Have I furnished it nicely?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72460.33Diana laughed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97680.33Diana and Mary approved the step unreservedly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73010.30"You SHALL," repeated Mary, in the tone of undemonstrative sincerity which seemed natural to her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94090.29"Because I had come in, in Mary's stead, with the tray."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84370.29"I will call Diana and Mary."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80900.29"I would rather Diana or Mary informed you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79520.29"Have you heard from Diana and Mary lately?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55120.29I interpreted it as a warning of disaster.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32380.29"Who would not be the Rizzio of so divine a Mary?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70490.25Diana and Mary appeared in the chamber once or twice a day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18560.25It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81800.22if all you doubt is my sincerity, I am easy: you see the justice of the case?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79590.22"Mary Garrett's mother is better, and Mary came back to the school this morning, and I shall have four new girls next week from the Foundry Close -- they would have come to-day but for the snow."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73450.21Diana and Mary's general answer to this question was a sigh, and some minutes of apparently mournful meditation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32180.19He and Miss Wilson took the liberty of falling in love with each other -- at least Tedo and I thought so; we surprised sundry tender glances and sighs which we interpreted as tokens of 'la belle passion,' and I promise you the public soon had the benefit of our discovery; we employed it as a sort of lever to hoist our dead-weights from the house.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92740.17"This is you, Mary, is it not?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92430.17"Mary," I said, "how are you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42850.17How do you know her?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35610.17I thought it must be you: there is no one else for it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17660.17"Do you like him?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23820.16"All right then; limpid, salubrious: no gush of bilge water had turned it to fetid puddle.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39240.76He 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_16310.69The 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_26170.67Ere 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_92100.65The house presented two pointed gables in its front; the windows were latticed and narrow: the front door was narrow too, one step led up to it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13000.64Having 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_18090.62I 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_92410.61He groped his way back to the house, and, re-entering it, closed the door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5430.61I got up, I went to the door; I came back again; I walked to the window, across the room, then close up to her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90390.59No need to listen for doors opening -- to fancy steps on the pavement or the gravel-walk!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6940.58Rain, wind, and darkness filled the air; nevertheless, I dimly discerned a wall before me and a door open in it; through this door I passed with my new guide: she shut and locked it behind her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32770.58Thence a narrow passage led into the hall: in crossing it, I perceived my sandal was loose; I stopped to tie it, kneeling down for that purpose on the mat at the foot of the staircase.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30260.58The 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_26750.58He passed up the gallery very softly, unclosed the staircase door with as little noise as possible, shut it after him, and the last ray vanished.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67370.57I reached the house, and knocked at the kitchen-door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65500.57I opened the door, passed out, shut it softly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68400.56Entering the gate and passing the shrubs, the silhouette of a house rose to view, black, low, and rather long; but the guiding light shone nowhere.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16300.55First she went to see if the hall-door was fastened; having taken the key from the lock, she led the way upstairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65020.55I had already gained the door; but, reader, I walked back -- walked back as determinedly as I had retreated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92150.54Yes, life of some kind there was; for I heard a movement -- that narrow front-door was unclosing, and some shape was about to issue from the grange.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38800.54And the door at the end of the gallery opened, and Mr. Rochester advanced with a candle: he had just descended from the upper storey.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30080.54I had regained the gallery, and was just shutting the back-door behind me, when an accelerated hum warned me that the ladies were about to issue from their chambers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59010.52We mounted the first staircase, passed up the gallery, proceeded to the third storey: the low, black door, opened by Mr. Rochester's master-key, admitted us to the tapestried room, with its great bed and its pictorial cabinet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83200.51The vehicle had stopped at the wicket; the driver opened the door: first one well-known form, then another, stepped out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16500.51The hall-door, which was half of glass, stood open; I stepped over the threshold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15840.51The car stopped at the front door; it was opened by a maid-servant; I alighted and went in.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6970.47I 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_52840.47The 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_39400.47This door was open; a light shone out of the room within: I heard thence a snarling, snatching sound, almost like a dog quarrelling.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17850.47The large front chambers I thought especially grand: and some of the third-storey rooms, though dark and low, were interesting from their air of antiquity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26040.47Just then it seemed my chamber-door was touched; as if fingers had swept the panels in groping a way along the dark gallery outside.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89500.46I heard the front-door open, and St. John pass out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76850.46She would canter up to the door on her pony, followed by a mounted livery servant.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59660.46I heard him go as I stood at the half-open door of my own room, to which I had now withdrawn.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34220.46The room and the house were silent: only now and then the merriment of the billiard-players was heard from above.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63520.46I was in my room; the door was ajar: I could both listen and watch.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58920.46At the front door of the hall we found the carriage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3110.46"I was shut up in a room where there is a ghost till after dark."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29980.45Then light steps ascended the stairs; and there was a tripping through the gallery, and soft cheerful laughs, and opening and closing doors, and, for a time, a hush.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19740.45The 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_89510.45Looking through the window, I saw him traverse the garden.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71830.45"You should have waited for my leave to descend," she said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28290.45A tread creaked on the stairs at last.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27770.45"On the contrary," said I, "I bolted my door."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27730.45"You did not think of opening your door and looking out into the gallery?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26770.45I listened for some noise, but heard nothing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57770.44There were no groomsmen, no bridesmaids, no relatives to wait for or marshal: none but Mr. Rochester and I. Mrs. Fairfax stood in the hall as we passed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39320.44He still waited; he held a key in his hand: approaching one of the small, black doors, he put it in the lock; he paused, and addressed me again.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40940.44The side- passage door was fastened; I opened it with as little noise as possible: all the yard was quiet; but the gates stood wide open, and there was a post-chaise, with horses ready harnessed, and driver seated on the box, stationed outside.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66530.42Whitcross regained, I followed a road which led from the sun, now fervent and high.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65870.42He further gave me leave to get into the inside, as the vehicle was empty: I entered, was shut in, and it rolled on its way.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35570.64Here the gentlemen interposed with earnest petitions to be further enlightened on these two last-named points; but they got only blushes, ejaculations, tremors, and titters, in return for their importunity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85280.47By straining to satisfy St. John till my sinews ache, I SHALL satisfy him -- to the finest central point and farthest outward circle of his expectations.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24890.30This passion Celine had professed to return with even superior ardour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53800.28Do you remember what you said of Celine Varens?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31010.28First, I wished to see whether her appearance accorded with Mrs. Fairfax's description; secondly, whether it at all resembled the fancy miniature I had painted of her; and thirdly -- it will out!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18670.28One afternoon in January, Mrs. Fairfax had begged a holiday for Adele, because she had a cold; and, as Adele seconded the request with an ardour that reminded me how precious occasional holidays had been to me in my own childhood, I accorded it, deeming that I did well in showing pliability on the point.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95130.27"His appearance, -- I forget what description you gave of his appearance; -- a sort of raw curate, half strangled with his white neckcloth, and stilted up on his thick-soled high-lows, eh?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31030.25As far as person went, she answered point for point, both to my picture and Mrs. Fairfax's description.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65960.25Four arms spring from its summit: the nearest town to which these point is, according to the inscription, distant ten miles; the farthest, above twenty.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79090.16"Well!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39570.16"Pooh!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56210.45On sleeping, I continued in dreams the idea of a dark and gusty night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27680.44"I was not dreaming," I said, with some warmth, for her brazen coolness provoked me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97200.43"And it was last Monday night, somewhere near midnight?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42150.41It was a wailing child this night, and a laughing one the next: now it nestled close to me, and now it ran from me; but whatever mood the apparition evinced, whatever aspect it wore, it failed not for seven successive nights to meet me the moment I entered the land of slumber.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4060.38When tired of this occupation, I would retire from the stairhead to the solitary and silent nursery: there, though somewhat sad, I was not miserable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65220.37So I answered after I had waked from the trance-like dream.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13520.36That last fit of coughing has tired me a little; I feel as if I could sleep: but don't leave me, Jane; I like to have you near me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26360.35Though it was now dark, I knew he was awake; because I heard him fulminating strange anathemas at finding himself lying in a pool of water.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4880.33continued my interrogator.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37250.33Did I wake or sleep?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57470.33This prediction was but half fulfilled: I did not indeed dream of sorrow, but as little did I dream of joy; for I never slept at all.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57460.33"And you will not dream of separation and sorrow to-night; but of happy love and blissful union."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93210.33But I always woke and found it an empty mockery; and I was desolate and abandoned -- my life dark, lonely, hopeless -- my soul athirst and forbidden to drink -- my heart famished and never to be fed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97070.31"Some days since: nay, I can number them -- four; it was last Monday night, a singular mood came over me: one in which grief replaced frenzy -- sorrow, sullenness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26110.29But it was not fated that I should sleep that night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57340.28You must share it with her to-night, Jane: it is no wonder that the incident you have related should make you nervous, and I would rather you did not sleep alone: promise me to go to the nursery."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26120.28A dream had scarcely approached my ear, when it fled affrighted, scared by a marrow-freezing incident enough.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64820.27I had dared and baffled his fury; I must elude his sorrow: I retired to the door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_530.27I tottered, and on regaining my equilibrium retired back a step or two from his chair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56560.27I sat down on the narrow ledge; I hushed the scared infant in my lap: you turned an angle of the road: I bent forward to take a last look; the wall crumbled; I was shaken; the child rolled from my knee, I lost my balance, fell, and woke."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84480.26"And I shall see it again," he said aloud, "in dreams when I sleep by the Ganges: and again in a more remote hour -- when another slumber overcomes me -- on the shore of a darker stream!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42140.26Of late I had often recalled this saying and this incident; for during the past week scarcely a night had gone over my couch that had not brought with it a dream of an infant, which I sometimes hushed in my arms, sometimes dandled on my knee, sometimes watched playing with daisies on a lawn, or again, dabbling its hands in running water.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81300.25Glorious discovery to a lonely wretch!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55510.25"You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all: you are a mere dream."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35040.25"It is not my mission to listen to her before the vulgar herd either: I mean to have her all to myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35000.25"She says it's not her mission to appear before the 'vulgar herd' (them's her words).
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66380.25I again nestled to the breast of the hill; and ere long in sleep forgot sorrow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18130.25It passed off in a clamorous peal that seemed to wake an echo in every lonely chamber; though it originated but in one, and I could have pointed out the door whence the accents issued.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97390.23"You cannot now wonder," continued my master, "that when you rose upon me so unexpectedly last night, I had difficulty in believing you any other than a mere voice and vision, something that would melt to silence and annihilation, as the midnight whisper and mountain echo had melted before.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85000.22I have proved you in that time by sundry tests: and what have I seen and elicited?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93180.21It is a dream; such dreams as I have had at night when I have clasped her once more to my heart, as I do now; and kissed her, as thus -- and felt that she loved me, and trusted that she would not leave me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13200.20"I came to see you, Helen: I heard you were very ill, and I could not sleep till I had spoken to you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62390.19"One night I had been awakened by her yells -- (since the medical men had pronounced her mad, she had, of course, been shut up) -- it was a fiery West Indian night; one of the description that frequently precede the hurricanes of those climates.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16360.18At once weary and content, I slept soon and soundly: when I awoke it was broad day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9500.17This afternoon, instead of dreaming of Deepden, I was wondering how a man who wished to do right could act so unjustly and unwisely as Charles the First sometimes did; and I thought what a pity it was that, with his integrity and conscientiousness, he could see no farther than the prerogatives of the crown.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89240.17She was roused, and did -- no miracle -- but her best."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88970.17What do you see?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78580.17"No.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78240.17Hush!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75010.17It is evening.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57080.17"Am I about to do it?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52410.17Do you believe him?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44050.17"Has she mentioned me lately?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39340.17"I think I shall not: I have never been tried yet."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27440.17"I wonder he waked nobody!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23530.17"Humph!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22760.17Confound these civilities!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22350.17"Why, no -- perhaps not.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12840.17"Yes."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78920.58So much has religion done for me; turning the original materials to the best account; pruning and training nature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78890.44Won in youth to religion, she has cultivated my original qualities thus:- From the minute germ, natural affection, she has developed the overshadowing tree, philanthropy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85070.41My iron shroud contracted round me; persuasion advanced with slow sure step.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5520.36I will never come to see you when I am grown up; and if any one asks me how I liked you, and how you treated me, I will say the very thought of you makes me sick, and that you treated me with miserable cruelty."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33750.36But I was not jealous: or very rarely; -- the nature of the pain I suffered could not be explained by that word.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76370.33"I am so giddy and thoughtless!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2940.33I cry because I am miserable."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4400.33What a miserable little poltroon had fear, engendered of unjust punishment, made of me in those days!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35420.33I have seen a gipsy vagabond; she has practised in hackneyed fashion the science of palmistry and told me what such people usually tell.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83500.31They could always talk; and their discourse, witty, pithy, original, had such charms for me, that I preferred listening to, and sharing in it, to doing anything else.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78860.30I am not a pagan, but a Christian philosopher -- a follower of the sect of Jesus.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84820.27"Humility, Jane," said he, "is the groundwork of Christian virtues: you say right that you are not fit for the work.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5160.26"Humility is a Christian grace, and one peculiarly appropriate to the pupils of Lowood; I, therefore, direct that especial care shall be bestowed on its cultivation amongst them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86590.26He deferred his departure a whole week, and during that time he made me feel what severe punishment a good yet stern, a conscientious yet implacable man can inflict on one who has offended him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84500.25An austere patriot's passion for his fatherland!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71550.25They've like nobody to tak' care on 'em but me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32080.25Not that I ever suffered much from them; I took care to turn the tables.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46140.25Whither will that spirit -- now struggling to quit its material tenement -- flit when at length released?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86440.22As I walked by his side homeward, I read well in his iron silence all he felt towards me: the disappointment of an austere and despotic nature, which has met resistance where it expected submission -- the disapprobation of a cool, inflexible judgment, which has detected in another feelings and views in which it has no power to sympathise: in short, as a man, he would have wished to coerce me into obedience: it was only as a sincere Christian he bore so patiently with my perversity, and allowed so long a space for reflection and repentance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45920.21Instead of living for, in, and with yourself, as a reasonable being ought, you seek only to fasten your feebleness on some other person's strength: if no one can be found willing to burden her or himself with such a fat, weak, puffy, useless thing, you cry out that you are ill-treated, neglected, miserable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75110.20I must not forget that these coarsely-clad little peasants are of flesh and blood as good as the scions of gentlest genealogy; and that the germs of native excellence, refinement, intelligence, kind feeling, are as likely to exist in their hearts as in those of the best-born.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51270.20"For a little while you will perhaps be as you are now, -- a very little while; and then you will turn cool; and then you will be capricious; and then you will be stern, and I shall have much ado to please you: but when you get well used to me, you will perhaps like me again, -- LIKE me, I say, not LOVE me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41040.20"Let her be taken care of; let her be treated as tenderly as may be: let her -- " he stopped and burst into tears.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17270.20Adele sang the canzonette tunefully enough, and with the naivete of her age.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86640.19He did not abstain from conversing with me: he even called me as usual each morning to join him at his desk; and I fear the corrupt man within him had a pleasure unimparted to, and unshared by, the pure Christian, in evincing with what skill he could, while acting and speaking apparently just as usual, extract from every deed and every phrase the spirit of interest and approval which had formerly communicated a certain austere charm to his language and manner.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75820.19Nature had surely formed her in a partial mood; and, forgetting her usual stinted step-mother dole of gifts, had endowed this, her darling, with a grand-dame's bounty.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5600.18And that punishment you made me suffer because your wicked boy struck me -- knocked me down for nothing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94260.17"Humph!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85980.17"Shall I?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78660.17"You are original," said he, "and not timid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76530.17she asked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69320.17What shall I do?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58520.17I again demand, what have you to say?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38890.17he cried.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36800.17"Humph!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26620.17What can she do?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21180.17"You are very cool!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20140.17Here is a candle."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2110.14I was a precocious actress in her eyes; she sincerely looked on me as a compound of virulent passions, mean spirit, and dangerous duplicity.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14550.58Millcote, - shire; I brushed up my recollections of the map of England, yes, I saw it; both the shire and the town.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37770.54"His name is Mason, sir; and he comes from the West Indies; from Spanish Town, in Jamaica, I think."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34590.50Presently the words Jamaica, Kingston, Spanish Town, indicated the West Indies as his residence; and it was with no little surprise I gathered, ere long, that he had there first seen and become acquainted with Mr. Rochester.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33430.43It was Eliezer and Rebecca: the camels only were wanting.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79800.42(I have seen their grave; it formed part of the pavement of a huge churchyard surrounding the grim, soot-black old cathedral of an overgrown manufacturing town in -shire.)
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61980.38My father said nothing about her money; but he told me Miss Mason was the boast of Spanish Town for her beauty: and this was no lie.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34580.35I was now able to concentrate my attention on the group by the fire, and I presently gathered that the new-comer was called Mr. Mason; then I learned that he was but just arrived in England, and that he came from some hot country: which was the reason, doubtless, his face was so sallow, and that he sat so near the hearth, and wore a surtout in the house.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37830.33-- the West Indies!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37810.33-- the West Indies!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68760.33"Yes, Hannah -- a far larger country than England, where they talk in no other way."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14560.33-shire was seventy miles nearer London than the remote county where I now resided: that was a recommendation to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58350.31Mr. Briggs calmly took a paper from his pocket, and read out in a sort of official, nasal voice:- "'I affirm and can prove that on the 20th of October A.D. -- (a date of fifteen years back), Edward Fairfax Rochester, of Thornfield Hall, in the county of -, and of Ferndean Manor, in -shire, England, was married to my sister, Bertha Antoinetta Mason, daughter of Jonas Mason, merchant, and of Antoinetta his wife, a Creole, at -- church, Spanish Town, Jamaica.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14570.27I longed to go where there was life and movement: Millcote was a large manufacturing town on the banks of the A-; a busy place enough, doubtless: so much the better; it would be a complete change at least.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61940.27Mr. Mason, a West India planter and merchant, was his old acquaintance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41340.25"I cannot vouch for that till Mason is out of England: nor even then.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36040.25If you knew it, you are peculiarly situated: very near happiness; yes, within reach of it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83600.22"But two months: they met in October at the county ball at S-.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59020.22"You know this place, Mason," said our guide; "she bit and stabbed you here."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12260.22I learned the first two tenses of the verb ETRE, and sketched my first cottage (whose walls, by-the-bye, outrivalled in slope those of the leaning tower of Pisa), on the same day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40440.20"You will when you are out of the country: when you get back to Spanish Town, you may think of her as dead and buried -- or rather, you need not think of her at all."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60580.16"Oh, I know!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35360.16"What did you think?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94980.45A person whose goodness consists rather in his guiltlessness of vice, than in his prowess in virtue."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98290.40and hourly I more eagerly respond, -- 'Amen; even so come, Lord Jesus!'"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23440.40This is legitimate, et j'y tiens, as Adele would say; and it is by virtue of this superiority, and this alone, that I desire you to have the goodness to talk to me a little now, and divert my thoughts, which are galled with dwelling on one point -- cankering as a rusty nail."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25210.38"'I will like it,' said I; 'I dare like it;' and" (he subjoined moodily) "I will keep my word; I will break obstacles to happiness, to goodness -- yes, goodness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78840.37There is this difference between me and deistic philosophers: I believe; and I believe the Gospel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62060.37There is no folly so besotted that the idiotic rivalries of society, the prurience, the rashness, the blindness of youth, will not hurry a man to its commission.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81340.35This was a blessing, bright, vivid, and exhilarating; -- not like the ponderous gift of gold: rich and welcome enough in its way, but sobering from its weight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13410.35I rely implicitly on His power, and confide wholly in His goodness: I count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to Him, reveal Him to me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86210.33And there are obstacles in the way: they must be hewn down.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64880.33You will not be my comforter, my rescuer?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54630.33"I can keep you in reasonable check now," I reflected; "and I don't doubt to be able to do it hereafter: if one expedient loses its virtue, another must be devised."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82280.33And that is saying a great deal; for after all, the British peasantry are the best taught, best mannered, most self-respecting of any in Europe: since those days I have seen paysannes and Bauerinnen; and the best of them seemed to me ignorant, coarse, and besotted, compared with my Morton girls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73880.30His, under such circumstances, is the destiny of the pioneer; and the first pioneers of the Gospel were the Apostles -- their captain was Jesus, the Redeemer, Himself."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65680.30I could go back and be his comforter -- his pride; his redeemer from misery, perhaps from ruin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82840.28The eventful Thursday at length came.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25440.25The couple were thus revealed to me clearly: both removed their cloaks, and there was 'the Varens,' shining in satin and jewels, -- my gifts of course, -- and there was her companion in an officer's uniform; and I knew him for a young roue of a vicomte -- a brainless and vicious youth whom I had sometimes met in society, and had never thought of hating because I despised him so absolutely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58080.25"The ceremony is quite broken off," subjoined the voice behind us.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61140.25I long to exert a fraction of Samson's strength, and break the entanglement like tow!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83070.25I saw he was of the material from which nature hews her heroes -- Christian and Pagan -- her lawgivers, her statesmen, her conquerors: a steadfast bulwark for great interests to rest upon; but, at the fireside, too often a cold cumbrous column, gloomy and out of place.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51220.21Ten years since, I flew through Europe half mad; with disgust, hate, and rage as my companions: now I shall revisit it healed and cleansed, with a very angel as my comforter."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94620.16Come to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43980.16-- I knew you would come!"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68710.75'Ich wage die Gedanken in der Schale meines Zornes und die Werke mit dem Gewichte meines Grimms.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50440.43The clock was on the stroke of twelve.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68650.40At a later day, I knew the language and the book; therefore, I will here quote the line: though, when I first heard it, it was only like a stroke on sounding brass to me -- conveying no meaning:- "'Da trat hervor Einer, anzusehen wie die Sternen Nacht.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1510.30said my reason, forced by the agonising stimulus into precocious though transitory power: and Resolve, equally wrought up, instigated some strange expedient to achieve escape from insupportable oppression -- as running away, or, if that could not be effected, never eating or drinking more, and letting myself die.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7730.30The duration of each lesson was measured by the clock, which at last struck twelve.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40770.27I did so; he measured twelve drops of a crimson liquid, and presented it to Mason.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80940.25"And then," he pursued, "I am cold: no fervour infects me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46770.23She was fast relapsing into stupor; nor did her mind again rally: at twelve o'clock that night she died.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79710.22Again came the blank of a pause: the clock struck eight strokes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79200.16I demanded.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77890.16"Of course.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73870.47I hold that the more arid and unreclaimed the soil where the Christian labourer's task of tillage is appointed him -- the scantier the meed his toil brings -- the higher the honour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85310.43Yes, I can work as hard as he can, and with as little grudging.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66990.43"Nay; it was men's work."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30920.43They were all three of the loftiest stature of women.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85060.42As a conductress of Indian schools, and a helper amongst Indian women, your assistance will be to me invaluable."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42370.42He could not do worse: he ruined his health and his estate amongst the worst men and the worst women.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5620.40People think you a good woman, but you are bad, hard- hearted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41780.40Men 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_18550.38Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87570.37The interest you cherish is lawless and unconsecrated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84400.37I know no medium: I never in my life have known any medium in my dealings with positive, hard characters, antagonistic to my own, between absolute submission and determined revolt.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9810.36"Well," I asked impatiently, "is not Mrs. Reed a hard-hearted, bad woman?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87860.35"Far from that, Diana; his sole idea in proposing to me is to procure a fitting fellow-labourer in his Indian toils."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95800.33"He intended me to go with him to India."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76620.33It was truly hard work at first.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84670.33"Jane, come with me to India: come as my helpmeet and fellow-labourer."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66710.33I could hardly tell how men and women in extremities of destitution proceeded.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32660.33If you err wilfully, I shall devise a proportionate punishment."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59330.31She was a big woman, in stature almost equalling her husband, and corpulent besides: she showed virile force in the contest -- more than once she almost throttled him, athletic as he was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58650.29all shall bolt out at once, like the bullet from the barrel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31770.29"Then, what induced you to take charge of such a little doll as that?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23150.27When 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_78810.26I watch your career with interest, because I consider you a specimen of a diligent, orderly, energetic woman: not because I deeply compassionate what you have gone through, or what you still suffer."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30830.25She had evidently been a handsome woman, and was well preserved still.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50850.25The feeling, the announcement sent through me, was something stronger than was consistent with joy -- something that smote and stunned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46920.23It is true, that while I worked, she would idle; and I thought to myself, "If you and I were destined to live always together, cousin, we would commence matters on a different footing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23910.22"I know it well; therefore I proceed almost as freely as if I were writing my thoughts in a diary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45980.21Neglect it -- go on as heretofore, craving, whining, and idling -- and suffer the results of your idiocy, however bad and insuperable they may be.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9880.20Surely it will never, on the contrary, be suffered to degenerate from man to fiend?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31450.20I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously arrived, green and strong!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98160.18A more resolute, indefatigable pioneer never wrought amidst rocks and dangers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82120.18Now you had better go; for if you stay longer, you will perhaps irritate me afresh by some mistrustful scruple."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68850.18"Mortally: after all, it's tough work fagging away at a language with no master but a lexicon."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82760.18Happy at Moor House I was, and hard I worked; and so did Hannah: she was charmed to see how jovial I could be amidst the bustle of a house turned topsy-turvy -- how I could brush, and dust, and clean, and cook.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75620.17I burnt for the more active life of the world -- for the more exciting toils of a literary career -- for the destiny of an artist, author, orator; anything rather than that of a priest: yes, the heart of a politician, of a soldier, of a votary of glory, a lover of renown, a luster after power, beat under my curate's surplice.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94490.17Is she up?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79990.17How and where is he?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7950.17v. 16.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77730.17"Is this portrait like?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74280.17"Why?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60230.17But I err: you have not wept at all!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51920.17"Of course I did.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51640.17"Now, King Ahasuerus!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27790.17"Fiend!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23400.17it is consistent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18250.17"Grace!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11340.17"But what have I to do with millions?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27810.15Indignation again prevailed over prudence: I replied sharply, "Hitherto I have often omitted to fasten the bolt: I did not think it necessary.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34060.50The sarcasm that had repelled, the harshness that had startled me once, were only like keen condiments in a choice dish: their presence was pungent, but their absence would be felt as comparatively insipid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78530.43Are her disappointment and sorrow of no interest to you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82240.39Good fortune opens the hand as well as the heart wonderfully; and to give somewhat when we have largely received, is but to afford a vent to the unusual ebullition of the sensations.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78250.38say nothing -- my heart is full of delight -- my senses are entranced -- let the time I marked pass in peace."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96710.33If so, then certainly I delight in sacrifice."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96660.33"Because you delight in sacrifice."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93960.33Delightful consciousness!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56950.31I was aware her lurid visage flamed over mine, and I lost consciousness: for the second time in my life -- only the second time -- I became insensible from terror."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72670.31I will tell you as much of the history of the wanderer you have harboured, as I can tell without compromising my own peace of mind -- my own security, moral and physical, and that of others.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33880.30But as matters really stood, to watch Miss Ingram's efforts at fascinating Mr. Rochester, to witness their repeated failure -- herself unconscious that they did fail; vainly fancying that each shaft launched hit the mark, and infatuatedly pluming herself on success, when her pride and self-complacency repelled further and further what she wished to allure -- to witness THIS, was to be at once under ceaseless excitation and ruthless restraint.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23210.30Young lady, I am disposed to be gregarious and communicative to-night."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94440.29"I see I have the means of fretting him out of his melancholy for some time to come."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72380.29"Do you mean to say," he asked, "that you are completely isolated from every connection?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37110.28I 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_67610.28Some say there is enjoyment in looking back to painful experience past; but at this day I can scarcely bear to review the times to which I allude: the moral degradation, blent with the physical suffering, form too distressing a recollection ever to be willingly dwelt on.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85370.27Can I bear the consciousness that every endearment he bestows is a sacrifice made on principle?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56220.27I continued also the wish to be with you, and experienced a strange, regretful consciousness of some barrier dividing us.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38970.27Miss Ingram, I am sure you will not fail in evincing superiority to idle terrors.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46420.26She made an effort to alter her position, but failed: her face changed; she seemed to experience some inward sensation -- the precursor, perhaps, of the last pang.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_780.26I felt a drop or two of blood from my head trickle down my neck, and was sensible of somewhat pungent suffering: these sensations for the time predominated over fear, and I received him in frantic sort.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44540.26I soon rose, quietly took off my bonnet and gloves, uninvited, and said I would just step out to Bessie -- who was, I dared say, in the kitchen -- and ask her to ascertain whether Mrs. Reed was disposed to receive me or not to-night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19700.26What good it would have done me at that time to have been tossed in the storms of an uncertain struggling life, and to have been taught by rough and bitter experience to long for the calm amidst which I now repined!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72140.25He might well be a little shocked at the irregularity of my lineaments, his own being so harmonious.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64150.25"I do," extricating myself from restraint rapidly and completely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22470.25She averred they were a mystery to herself, and that what she knew was chiefly from conjecture.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9010.25Probably, if I had lately left a good home and kind parents, this would have been the hour when I should most keenly have regretted the separation; that wind would then have saddened my heart; this obscure chaos would have disturbed my peace!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78330.25"It is strange," pursued he, "that while I love Rosamond Oliver so wildly -- with all the intensity, indeed, of a first passion, the object of which is exquisitely beautiful, graceful, fascinating -- I experience at the same time a calm, unwarped consciousness that she would not make me a good wife; that she is not the partner suited to me; that I should discover this within a year after marriage; and that to twelve months' rapture would succeed a lifetime of regret.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9960.23The fear of failure in these points harassed me worse than the physical hardships of my lot; though these were no trifles.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70390.23I thanked God -- experienced amidst unutterable exhaustion a glow of grateful joy -- and slept.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68500.23A group of more interest appeared near the hearth, sitting still amidst the rosy peace and warmth suffusing it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33830.23Yes; the future bridegroom, Mr. Rochester himself, exercised over his intended a ceaseless surveillance; and it was from this sagacity -- this guardedness of his -- this perfect, clear consciousness of his fair one's defects -- this obvious absence of passion in his sentiments towards her, that my ever-torturing pain arose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34900.22recollect -- " "I do -- I recollect all you can suggest; and I must have my will -- quick, Sam!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32640.22"That is offering a premium on incapacity: I shall now endeavour to fail."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59580.22He could not then hasten to England himself, to extricate you from the snare into which you had fallen, but he implored Mr. Mason to lose no time in taking steps to prevent the false marriage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93010.17If so there must be more of her."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81500.17Were we not four?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79220.17"No.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56870.17"You may."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55260.17Is there anything wrong?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48600.17I am sorry, Janet, but I believe indeed you must."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36720.17"Grateful!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22250.17"What about?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14800.17"Well, who is it?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76990.15Besides, he could not bind all that he had in his nature -- the rover, the aspirant, the poet, the priest -- in the limits of a single passion.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40750.58He held out the tiny glass, and I half filled it from the water-bottle on the washstand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92600.46The tray shook as I held it; the water spilt from the glass; my heart struck my ribs loud and fast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92540.45She then proceeded to fill a glass with water, and place it on a tray, together with candles.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39730.41I must dip my hand again and again in the basin of blood and water, and wipe away the trickling gore.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39520.38He took the sponge, dipped it in, and moistened the corpse-like face; he asked for my smelling-bottle, and applied it to the nostrils.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44930.37said she; "don't annoy me with holding the clothes fast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95070.33"Truly able."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27430.33"How providential that he had presence of mind to think of the water-jug!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13620.33Her grave is in Brocklebridge churchyard: for fifteen years after her death it was only covered by a grassy mound; but now a grey marble tablet marks the spot, inscribed with her name, and the word "Resurgam."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84160.31His idea was still with me, because it was not a vapour sunshine could disperse, nor a sand-traced effigy storms could wash away; it was a name graven on a tablet, fated to last as long as the marble it inscribed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39500.30"Hold the candle," said Mr. Rochester, and I took it: he fetched a basin of water from the washstand: "Hold that," said he.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47900.30An impulse held me fast -- a force turned me round.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61290.28If the flood annoyed him, so much the better.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39280.28"Have you any salts -- volatile salts?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39630.28"I shall have to leave you in this room with this gentleman, for an hour, or perhaps two hours: you will sponge the blood as I do when it returns: if he feels faint, you will put the glass of water on that stand to his lips, and your salts to his nose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94660.27The water stood in my eyes to hear this avowal of his dependence; just as if a royal eagle, chained to a perch, should be forced to entreat a sparrow to become its purveyor.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94670.27But I would not be lachrymose: I dashed off the salt drops, and busied myself with preparing breakfast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64260.27For a wife I have but the maniac upstairs: as well might you refer me to some corpse in yonder churchyard.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2490.26I felt physically weak and broken down: but my worse ailment was an unutterable wretchedness of mind: a wretchedness which kept drawing from me silent tears; no sooner had I wiped one salt drop from my cheek than another followed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14590.25Here the socket of the candle dropped, and the wick went out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93150.25"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_39310.25I returned, sought the sponge on the washstand, the salts in my drawer, and once more retraced my steps.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39490.25Mr. Rochester held the candle over him; I recognised in his pale and seemingly lifeless face -- the stranger, Mason: I saw too that his linen on one side, and one arm, was almost soaked in blood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4350.24I was spared the trouble of answering, for Bessie seemed in too great a hurry to listen to explanations; she hauled me to the washstand, inflicted a merciless, but happily brief scrub on my face and hands with soap, water, and a coarse towel; disciplined my head with a bristly brush, denuded me of my pinafore, and then hurrying me to the top of the stairs, bid me go down directly, as I was wanted in the breakfast-room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68600.23"Listen, Diana," said one of the absorbed students; "Franz and old Daniel are together in the night-time, and Franz is telling a dream from which he has awakened in terror -- listen!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7850.22I shuddered as I stood and looked round me: it was an inclement day for outdoor exercise; not positively rainy, but darkened by a drizzling yellow fog; all under foot was still soaking wet with the floods of yesterday.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58910.22Still holding me fast, he left the church: the three gentlemen came after.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94330.21By the bye, I must mind not to rise on your hearth with only a glass of water then: I must bring an egg at the least, to say nothing of fried ham."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21800.21Sinking below the bird and mast, a drowned corpse glanced through the green water; a fair arm was the only limb clearly visible, whence the bracelet had been washed or torn.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91220.19It is excusable, for she had a hard life of it: but still it was dangerous; for when Mrs. Poole was fast asleep after the gin and water, the mad lady, who was as cunning as a witch, would take the keys out of her pocket, let herself out of her chamber, and go roaming about the house, doing any wild mischief that came into her head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54910.18"You did right to hold fast to each other," I said: as if the monster-splinters were living things, and could hear me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90130.17What then?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61470.17What!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55310.17I ask again, is there anything the matter?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43810.17"What must I say?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43580.17"Just let me look at the cash."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32430.17Now which of you most resembles Bothwell?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20820.17"I thought not.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1890.17Are you hurt?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60020.16I wrestled with my own resolution: I wanted to be weak that I might avoid the awful passage of further suffering I saw laid out for me; and Conscience, turned tyrant, held Passion by the throat, told her tauntingly, she had yet but dipped her dainty foot in the slough, and swore that with that arm of iron he would thrust her down to unsounded depths of agony.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51210.47"You shall sojourn at Paris, Rome, and Naples: at Florence, Venice, and Vienna: all the ground I have wandered over shall be re-trodden by you: wherever I stamped my hoof, your sylph's foot shall step also.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62990.44For ten long years I roved about, living first in one capital, then another: sometimes in St. Petersburg; oftener in Paris; occasionally in Rome, Naples, and Florence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40720.36I got this cordial at Rome, of an Italian charlatan -- a fellow you would have kicked, Carter.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59390.27"Such is the sole conjugal embrace I am ever to know -- such are the endearments which are to solace my leisure hours!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43190.25I drew out my purse; a meagre thing it was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67660.25And as to the woman who would not take my handkerchief in exchange for her bread, why, she was right, if the offer appeared to her sinister or the exchange unprofitable.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2430.58I caught scraps of their conversation, from which I was able only too distinctly to infer the main subject discussed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49970.50you will find it scarcely more legible than a crumpled, scratched page.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25470.47"They began to talk; their conversation eased me completely: frivolous, mercenary, heartless, and senseless, it was rather calculated to weary than enrage a listener.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86310.46You have introduced a topic on which our natures are at variance -- a topic we should never discuss: the very name of love is an apple of discord between us.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37490.45In short, I believe you have been trying to draw me out -- or in; you have been talking nonsense to make me talk nonsense.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63230.43You talk of it as a mere matter of course."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17780.43I dare say he is clever, but I never had much conversation with him."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93760.38"It is a mere stump -- a ghastly sight!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11390.37Had he treated you as an especial favourite, you would have found enemies, declared or covert, all around you; as it is, the greater number would offer you sympathy if they dared.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9550.36Helen was talking to herself now: she had forgotten I could not very well understand her -- that I was ignorant, or nearly so, of the subject she discussed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62360.36Still, society associated my name and person with hers; I yet saw her and heard her daily: something of her breath (faugh!)
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45960.35The day will close almost before you are aware it has begun; and you are indebted to no one for helping you to get rid of one vacant moment: you have had to seek no one's company, conversation, sympathy, forbearance; you have lived, in short, as an independent being ought to do.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9540.34How dared they kill him!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87130.34"I SHOULD KILL YOU -- I AM KILLING YOU?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_810.34and bellowed out aloud.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39580.34No -- a mere scratch.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36700.34"Eagerness of a listener!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36670.33"The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24530.33"In that sense I do feel apprehensive -- I have no wish to talk nonsense."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44970.31Such a burden to be left on my hands -- and so much annoyance as she caused me, daily and hourly, with her incomprehensible disposition, and her sudden starts of temper, and her continual, unnatural watchings of one's movements!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79510.31It 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_90330.30How he calls aloud a name, and drops his burden, and gazes on it wildly!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77720.29I'll try if I cannot discover the secret spring of your confidence, and find an aperture in that marble breast through which I can shed one drop of the balm of sympathy."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5890.29I would fain exercise some better faculty than that of fierce speaking; fain find nourishment for some less fiendish feeling than that of sombre indignation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73320.29I could talk a while when the evening commenced, but the first gush of vivacity and fluency gone, I was fain to sit on a stool at Diana's feet, to rest my head on her knee, and listen alternately to her and Mary, while they sounded thoroughly the topic on which I had but touched.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31890.29"I have not considered the subject," said he indifferently, looking straight before him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22480.29It was evident, indeed, that she wished me to drop the subject, which I did accordingly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83970.28I could no longer talk or laugh freely when he was by, because a tiresomely importunate instinct reminded me that vivacity (at least in me) was distasteful to him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97910.27We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77670.27I am sure it would benefit him to talk a little about this sweet Rosamond, whom he thinks he ought not to marry: I will make him talk."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35250.27Miss Mary declared she felt, for her part, she never dared venture.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32160.27-- 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_23330.27Accordingly I sat and said nothing: "If he expects me to talk for the mere sake of talking and showing off, he will find he has addressed himself to the wrong person," I thought.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79750.26"Half-an-hour ago," he pursued, "I spoke of my impatience to hear the sequel of a tale: on reflection, I find the matter will be better managed by my assuming the narrator's part, and converting you into a listener.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9920.25I saw by her look she wished no longer to talk to me, but rather to converse with her own thoughts.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90530.25where meantime was the hapless owner of this wreck?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78820.25"You would describe yourself as a mere pagan philosopher," I said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39090.25Meantime the moon declined: she was about to set.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8040.25I hardly know where I found the hardihood thus to open a conversation with a stranger; the step was contrary to my nature and habits: but I think her occupation touched a chord of sympathy somewhere; for I too liked reading, though of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28260.23I wanted again to introduce the subject of Grace Poole, and to hear what he would answer; I wanted to ask him plainly if he really believed it was she who had made last night's hideous attempt; and if so, why he kept her wickedness a secret.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23880.23Know, that in the course of your future life you will often find yourself elected the involuntary confidant of your acquaintances' secrets: people will instinctively find out, as I have done, that it is not your forte to tell of yourself, but to listen while others talk of themselves; they will feel, too, that you listen with no malevolent scorn of their indiscretion, but with a kind of innate sympathy; not the less comforting and encouraging because it is very unobtrusive in its manifestations."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74950.23This explanation given, the subject was dropped, and no further reference made to it by either Mr. Rivers or his sisters.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66460.23I would fain at the moment have become bee or lizard, that I might have found fitting nutriment, permanent shelter here.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48080.23If, in the moments I and my pupil spent with him, I lacked spirits and sank into inevitable dejection, he became even gay.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35600.23"If you please, miss, the gipsy declares that there is another young single lady in the room who has not been to her yet, and she swears she will not go till she has seen all.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98280.22Daily He announces more distinctly, -- 'Surely I come quickly!'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70330.22Mary and Diana, let us go into the parlour and talk the matter over."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40470.22You thought you were as dead as a herring two hours since, and you are all alive and talking now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37200.22I should wish now to protract this moment ad infinitum; but I dare not.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23460.22"I am willing to amuse you, if I can, sir -- quite willing; but I cannot introduce a topic, because how do I know what will interest you?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24910.48"And, Miss Eyre, so much was I flattered by this preference of the Gallic sylph for her British gnome, that I installed her in an hotel; gave her a complete establishment of servants, a carriage, cashmeres, diamonds, dentelles, &c. In short, I began the process of ruining myself in the received style, like any other spoony.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96330.45"And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45930.31Then, too, existence for you must be a scene of continual change and excitement, or else the world is a dungeon: you must be admired, you must be courted, you must be flattered -- you must have music, dancing, and society -- or you languish, you die away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46040.31"Everybody knows you are the most selfish, heartless creature in existence: and I know your spiteful hatred towards me: I have had a specimen of it before in the trick you played me about Lord Edwin Vere: you could not bear me to be raised above you, to have a title, to be received into circles where you dare not show your face, and so you acted the spy and informer, and ruined my prospects for ever."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51120.30I would as soon see you, Mr. Rochester, tricked out in stage-trappings, as myself clad in a court-lady's robe; and I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53810.28-- of the diamonds, the cashmeres you gave her?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42010.28"A strapper -- a real strapper, Jane: big, brown, and buxom; with hair just such as the ladies of Carthage must have had.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45060.23It would wail in its cradle all night long -- not screaming heartily like any other child, but whimpering and moaning.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41110.20"Come where there is some freshness, for a few moments," he said; "that house is a mere dungeon: don't you feel it so?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23730.20But I don't mean to flatter you: if you are cast in a different mould to the majority, it is no merit of yours: Nature did it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69210.16Where do you come from?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2220.16"Well, who am I?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12290.16Well has Solomon said -- "Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40410.45"She sucked the blood: she said she'd drain my heart," said Mason.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81350.42I now clapped my hands in sudden joy -- my pulse bounded, my veins thrilled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80490.42It was a grand boon doubtless; and independence would be glorious -- yes, I felt that -- that thought swelled my heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11490.42I was silent; Helen had calmed me; but in the tranquillity she imparted there was an alloy of inexpressible sadness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61400.40he said, in such an accent of bitter sadness it thrilled along every nerve I had; "you don't love me, then?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26020.40I tried again to sleep; but my heart beat anxiously: my inward tranquillity was broken.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64600.40They have a worth -- so I have always believed; and if I cannot believe it now, it is because I am insane -- quite insane: with my veins running fire, and my heart beating faster than I can count its throbs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58230.38My nerves vibrated to those low-spoken words as they had never vibrated to thunder -- my blood felt their subtle violence as it had never felt frost or fire; but I was collected, and in no danger of swooning.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35940.38You are cold, because you are alone: no contact strikes the fire from you that is in you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12090.37Has a girl of fourteen a heart large enough, vigorous enough, to hold the swelling spring of pure, full, fervid eloquence?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66280.37It trembled for Mr. Rochester and his doom; it bemoaned him with bitter pity; it demanded him with ceaseless longing; and, impotent as a bird with both wings broken, it still quivered its shattered pinions in vain attempts to seek him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97220.36You will think me superstitious, -- some superstition I have in my blood, and always had: nevertheless, this is true -- true at least it is that I heard what I now relate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94530.36It was mournful, indeed, to witness the subjugation of that vigorous spirit to a corporeal infirmity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10870.36"Another minute, and she will despise me for a hypocrite," thought I; and an impulse of fury against Reed, Brocklehurst, and Co. bounded in my pulses at the conviction.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96310.34My heart swelled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82410.34"To be active: as active as I can.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35820.34"You need them all in your trade."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87210.33That bloodless lip quivered to a temporary spasm.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97000.33I, in my stiff-necked rebellion, almost cursed the dispensation: instead of bending to the decree, I defied it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26790.33I grew weary: it was cold, in spite of the cloak; and then I did not see the use of staying, as I was not to rouse the house.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90500.33In wandering round the shattered walls and through the devastated interior, I gathered evidence that the calamity was not of late occurrence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5640.31Ere I had finished this reply, my soul began to expand, to exult, with the strangest sense of freedom, of triumph, I ever felt.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37060.31"As to the mouth, it delights at times in laughter; it is disposed to impart all that the brain conceives; though I daresay it would be silent on much the heart experiences.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13030.31Indisposed to hesitate, and full of impatient impulses -- soul and senses quivering with keen throes -- I put it back and looked in.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96970.31you think me, I daresay, an irreligious dog: but my heart swells with gratitude to the beneficent God of this earth just now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69470.31A pang of exquisite suffering -- a throe of true despair -- rent and heaved my heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88920.30My heart beat fast and thick: I heard its throb.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88680.30My refusals were forgotten -- my fears overcome -- my wrestlings paralysed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40780.30"Drink, Richard: it will give you the heart you lack, for an hour or so."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51410.30Jane, you please me, and you master me -- you seem to submit, and I like the sense of pliancy you impart; and while I am twining the soft, silken skein round my finger, it sends a thrill up my arm to my heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76220.29His chest heaved once, as if his large heart, weary of despotic constriction, had expanded, despite the will, and made a vigorous bound for the attainment of liberty.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1380.29Superstition was with me at that moment; but it was not yet her hour for complete victory: my blood was still warm; the mood of the revolted slave was still bracing me with its bitter vigour; I had to stem a rapid rush of retrospective thought before I quailed to the dismal present.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78500.29It is dearer than the blood in my veins.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76930.29It is not despair of success that keeps me dumb.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54350.29I quailed momentarily -- then I rallied.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53210.29Cudgel your brains for an expedient.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49400.29-- I have as much soul as you, -- and full as much heart!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42440.29I was silent: the things were frightful.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37000.29"Don't keep me long; the fire scorches me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29300.28He is not of your order: keep to your caste, and be too self-respecting to lavish the love of the whole heart, soul, and strength, where such a gift is not wanted and would be despised."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58450.28Mr. Rochester, on hearing the name, set his teeth; he experienced, too, a sort of strong convulsive quiver; near to him as I was, I felt the spasmodic movement of fury or despair run through his frame.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31550.28I believe he is of mine; -- I am sure he is -- I feel akin to him -- I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9790.27Bitter and truculent when excited, I spoke as I felt, without reserve or softening.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75550.27"I have hardly had time yet to enjoy a sense of tranquillity, much less to grow impatient under one of loneliness."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73570.27The heart was thrilled, the mind astonished, by the power of the preacher: neither were softened.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61720.27Out of pity to me and yourself, put your finger on my pulse, feel how it throbs, and -- beware!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44900.27But 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_38450.27My pulse stopped: my heart stood still; my stretched arm was paralysed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57900.26By Mr. Rochester they were not observed; he was earnestly looking at my face from which the blood had, I daresay, momentarily fled: for I felt my forehead dewy, and my cheeks and lips cold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97960.25Never did I weary of reading to him; never did I weary of conducting him where he wished to go: of doing for him what he wished to be done.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37740.58"No; he said he had known you long, and that he could take the liberty of installing himself here till you returned."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37690.58"I had better not stay long, sir; it must be near eleven o'clock.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45040.56He would send for the baby; though I entreated him rather to put it out to nurse and pay for its maintenance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57290.53And now, as it was long past one, I prepared to leave him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41960.53Will you promise to sit up with me to bear me company?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90580.52I could find it nowhere but at the inn, and thither, ere long, I returned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15450.51Bessie and I conversed about old times an hour longer, and then she was obliged to leave me: I saw her again for a few minutes the next morning at Lowton, while I was waiting for the coach.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11200.51CHAPTER 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_6520.48CHAPTER V Five o'clock had hardly struck on the morning of the 19th of January, when Bessie brought a candle into my closet and found me already up and nearly dressed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19950.48CHAPTER XIII Mr. Rochester, it seems, by the surgeon's orders, went to bed early that night; nor did he rise soon next morning.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14700.48In 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_87750.48I have watched you this half hour from the window; you must forgive my being such a spy, but for a long time I have fancied I hardly know what.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48290.47I step aside into the ivy recess; he will not stay long: he will soon return whence he came, and if I sit still he will never see me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17470.47I then proposed to occupy myself till dinner-time in drawing some little sketches for her use.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88480.47The prayer over, we took leave of him: he was to go at a very early hour in the morning.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76090.47Last night, or rather this morning, I was dancing till two o'clock.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65650.47I thought of him now -- in his room -- watching the sunrise; hoping I should soon come to say I would stay with him and be his.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27370.47Too feverish to rest, I rose as soon as day dawned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68270.46I rose ere long.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55630.46"I did; and I will keep my promise, for an hour or two at least: I have no wish to go to bed."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45610.46She proposed a walk in the grounds.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28450.46"Do you expect him back to-night?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28240.46Still it was not late; he often sent for me at seven and eight o'clock, and it was yet but six.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26780.46A very long time elapsed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21960.46Did you sit at them long each day?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43960.44Bessie sat on the hearth, nursing her last-born, and Robert and his sister played quietly in a corner.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40930.44It was by this time half-past five, and the sun was on the point of rising; but I found the kitchen still dark and silent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39050.44When 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_76450.43"Well, if you are so obstinate, I will leave you; for I dare not stay any longer: the dew begins to fall.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7000.43She considered me attentively for a minute or two, then further added - "She had better be put to bed soon; she looks tired: are you tired?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94320.42"You shall not get it out of me to-night, sir; you must wait till to-morrow; to leave my tale half told, will, you know, be a sort of security that I shall appear at your breakfast table to finish it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94450.42Very early the next morning I heard him up and astir, wandering from one room to another.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77220.42I promised myself the pleasure of colouring it; and, as it was getting late then, I told her she must come and sit another day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73130.42In a few days I had so far recovered my health that I could sit up all day, and walk out sometimes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71800.42"Gone over to Morton for a walk; but they would be back in half-an-hour to tea."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24610.42"Never mind, -- wait a minute: Adele is not ready to go to bed yet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13190.42It is past eleven o'clock: I heard it strike some minutes since."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97090.42Late that night -- perhaps it might be between eleven and twelve o'clock -- ere I retired to my dreary rest, I supplicated God, that, if it seemed good to Him, I might soon be taken from this life, and admitted to that world to come, where there was still hope of rejoining Jane.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38300.41"Go back now into the room; step quietly up to Mason, and whisper in his ear that Mr. Rochester is come and wishes to see him: show him in here and then leave me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34170.41The want of his animating influence appeared to be peculiarly felt one day that he had been summoned to Millcote on business, and was not likely to return till late.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2450.41For me, the watches of that long night passed in ghastly wakefulness; strained by dread: such dread as children only can feel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94580.40"It is a bright, sunny morning, sir," I said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70240.40and that we may dismiss you to the moor and the rainy night?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66480.40I rose; I looked back at the bed I had left.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44850.40"You sent for me," I said, "and I am here; and it is my intention to stay till I see how you get on."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43150.40"Early to-morrow morning, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26000.40I rose and sat up in bed, listening.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2560.40coming, like most other favours long deferred and often wished for, too late!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20120.40"Oh, at six o'clock: he keeps early hours in the country.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_00.40CHAPTER I There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74090.54"It is a village school: your scholars will be only poor girls -- cottagers' children -- at the best, farmers' daughters.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66820.50Soon I asked her "if there were any dressmaker or plain-workwoman in the village?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17450.46I found my pupil sufficiently docile, though disinclined to apply: she had not been used to regular occupation of any kind.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8150.46"Well, all the girls here have lost either one or both parents, and this is called an institution for educating orphans."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79870.45It seems her career there was very honourable: from a pupil, she became a teacher, like yourself -- really it strikes me there are parallel points in her history and yours -- she left it to be a governess: there, again, your fates were analogous; she undertook the education of the ward of a certain Mr.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72750.45"I left Lowood nearly a year since to become a private governess.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72700.45I was brought up a dependant; educated in a charitable institution.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21110.45"None but the pupils and teachers of Lowood, and now the inmates of Thornfield."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1130.45She's an underhand little thing: I never saw a girl of her age with so much cover."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72710.44I will even tell you the name of the establishment, where I passed six years as a pupil, and two as a teacher -- Lowood Orphan Asylum, -shire: you will have heard of it, Mr. Rivers?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22260.43"Family troubles, for one thing."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76610.42CHAPTER XXXII I continued the labours of the village-school as actively and faithfully as I could.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91030.40But a queer thing happened a year since -- a very queer thing."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88260.38It is better, therefore, for the insignificant to keep out of his way, lest, in his progress, he should trample them down.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6150.38"Because you're such a queer, frightened, shy little thing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45000.38The fever broke out there, and many of the pupils died.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39920.37Why had the mere name of this unresisting individual -- whom his word now sufficed to control like a child -- fallen on him, a few hours since, as a thunderbolt might fall on an oak?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42110.37When I was a little girl, only six years old, I one night heard Bessie Leaven say to Martha Abbot that she had been dreaming about a little child; and that to dream of children was a sure sign of trouble, either to one's self or one's kin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75920.37she asked of me, with a direct and naive simplicity of tone and manner, pleasing, if child-like.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70.37"Jane, I don't like cavillers or questioners; besides, there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4680.37"No sight so sad as that of a naughty child," he began, "especially a naughty little girl.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3510.36I 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_14260.35"is desirous of meeting with a situation in a private family where the children are under fourteen (I thought that as I was barely eighteen, it would not do to undertake the guidance of pupils nearer my own age).
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97820.35As she grew up, a sound English education corrected in a great measure her French defects; and when she left school, I found in her a pleasing and obliging companion: docile, good-tempered, and well-principled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3480.34Poverty looks grim to grown people; still more so to children: they have not much idea of industrious, working, respectable poverty; they think of the word only as connected with ragged clothes, scanty food, fireless grates, rude manners, and debasing vices: poverty for me was synonymous with degradation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8080.34What is Lowood Institution?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76330.34Why are you so very shy, and so very sombre?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7510.34Poor things!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72690.34My parents died before I could know them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71860.34-- poor girl!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6020.34"You naughty little thing!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45010.34She, however, did not die: but I said she did -- I wish she had died!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21350.34And now what did you learn at Lowood?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21290.34"What age were you when you went to Lowood?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16800.34"And the little girl -- my pupil!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75470.34"But perhaps your accommodations -- your cottage -- your furniture -- have disappointed your expectations?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7040.34Is this the first time you have left your parents to come to school, my little girl?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10080.33The other teachers, poor things, were generally themselves too much dejected to attempt the task of cheering others.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76680.33These soon took a pleasure in doing their work well, in keeping their persons neat, in learning their tasks regularly, in acquiring quiet and orderly manners.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2710.33Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only Watch o'er the steps of a poor orphan child.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13720.33I remained an inmate of its walls, after its regeneration, for eight years: six as pupil, and two as teacher; and in both capacities I bear my testimony to its value and importance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97780.31I found the rules of the establishment were too strict, its course of study too severe for a child of her age: I took her home with me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46630.31I wrote to him; I said I was sorry for his disappointment, but Jane Eyre was dead: she had died of typhus fever at Lowood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22730.31"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_5220.31"Consistency, madam, is the first of Christian duties; and it has been observed in every arrangement connected with the establishment of Lowood: plain fare, simple attire, unsophisticated accommodations, hardy and active habits; such is the order of the day in the house and its inhabitants."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9990.29Then the scanty supply of food was distressing: with the keen appetites of growing children, we had scarcely sufficient to keep alive a delicate invalid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13750.29In time I rose to be the first girl of the first class; then I was invested with the office of teacher; which I discharged with zeal for two years: but at the end of that time I altered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93480.29I will be your neighbour, your nurse, your housekeeper.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91130.29She was a little small thing, they say, almost like a child.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63460.29I must be aided, and by that hand: and aided I was.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77340.64He said it was a very old name in that neighbourhood; that the ancestors of the house were wealthy; that all Morton had once belonged to them; that even now he considered the representative of that house might, if he liked, make an alliance with the best.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83510.50St. John did not rebuke our vivacity; but he escaped from it: he was seldom in the house; his parish was large, the population scattered, and he found daily business in visiting the sick and poor in its different districts.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77020.40Miss Oliver already honoured me with frequent visits to my cottage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17690.40Almost all the land in this neighbourhood, as far as you can see, has belonged to the Rochesters time out of mind."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71590.40"But I do think hardly of you," I said; "and I'll tell you why -- not so much because you refused to give me shelter, or regarded me as an impostor, as because you just now made it a species of reproach that I had no 'brass' and no house.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73410.40One 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_91910.37CHAPTER XXXVII The manor-house of Ferndean was a building of considerable antiquity, moderate size, and no architectural pretensions, deep buried in a wood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10020.33Sundays were dreary days in that wintry season.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93440.33"But as you are rich, Jane, you have now, no doubt, friends who will look after you, and not suffer you to devote yourself to a blind lameter like me?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91840.33"At Ferndean, a manor-house on a farm he has, about thirty miles off: quite a desolate spot."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74000.33I have hired a building for the purpose, with a cottage of two rooms attached to it for the mistress's house.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45760.33Two hours she devoted to her diary; two to working by herself in the kitchen-garden; and one to the regulation of her accounts.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74050.33In truth it was humble -- but then it was sheltered, and I wanted a safe asylum: it was plodding -- but then, compared with that of a governess in a rich house, it was independent; and the fear of servitude with strangers entered my soul like iron: it was not ignoble -- not unworthy -- not mentally degrading, I made my decision.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71690.32Marsh End had belonged to the Rivers ever since it was a house: and it was, she affirmed, "aboon two hundred year old -- for all it looked but a small, humble place, naught to compare wi' Mr. Oliver's grand hall down i' Morton Vale.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90560.31My eye involuntarily wandered to the grey church tower near the gates, and I asked, "Is he with Damer de Rochester, sharing the shelter of his narrow marble house?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73620.31Diana and Mary were soon to leave Moor House, and return to the far different life and scene which awaited them, as governesses in a large, fashionable, south-of-England city, where each held a situation in families by whose wealthy and haughty members they were regarded only as humble dependants, and who neither knew nor sought out their innate excellences, and appreciated only their acquired accomplishments as they appreciated the skill of their cook or the taste of their waiting-woman.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84170.31The 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_15790.31We were now, as far as I could see, on a sort of common; but there were houses scattered all over the district; I felt we were in a different region to Lowood, more populous, less picturesque; more stirring, less romantic.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7900.31I looked round the convent-like garden, and then up at the house -- a large building, half of which seemed grey and old, the other half quite new.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67320.31Near the churchyard, and in the middle of a garden, stood a well-built though small house, which I had no doubt was the parsonage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53710.31"I'll be preparing myself to go out as a missionary to preach liberty to them that are enslaved -- your harem inmates amongst the rest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60770.30I charged them to conceal from you, before I ever saw you, all knowledge of the curse of the place; merely because I feared Adele never would have a governess to stay if she knew with what inmate she was housed, and my plans would not permit me to remove the maniac elsewhere -- though I possess an old house, Ferndean Manor, even more retired and hidden than this, where I could have lodged her safely enough, had not a scruple about the unhealthiness of the situation, in the heart of a wood, made my conscience recoil from the arrangement.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73120.30CHAPTER XXX The more I knew of the inmates of Moor House, the better I liked them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68420.29Were the inmates retired to rest?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64750.28Conqueror I might be of the house; but the inmate would escape to heaven before I could call myself possessor of its clay dwelling-place.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82830.27When all was finished, I thought Moor House as complete a model of bright modest snugness within, as it was, at this season, a specimen of wintry waste and desert dreariness without.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76400.27Diana and Mary have left you, and Moor House is shut up, and you are so lonely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73040.27I am but the incumbent of a poor country parish: my aid must be of the humblest sort.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62610.27Place her in safety and comfort: shelter her degradation with secrecy, and leave her.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81740.26I like Moor House, and I will live at Moor House; I like Diana and Mary, and I will attach myself for life to Diana and Mary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_620.25Now, I'll teach you to rummage my bookshelves: for they ARE mine; all the house belongs to me, or will do in a few years.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30340.25The next day was as fine as its predecessor: it was devoted by the party to an excursion to some site in the neighbourhood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12710.25One evening, in the beginning of June, I had stayed out very late with Mary Ann in the wood; we had, as usual, separated ourselves from the others, and had wandered far; so far that we lost our way, and had to ask it at a lonely cottage, where a man and woman lived, who looked after a herd of half-wild swine that fed on the mast in the wood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57940.24My conjecture had been correct: the strangers had slipped in before us, and they now stood by the vault of the Rochesters, their backs towards us, viewing through the rails the old time-stained marble tomb, where a kneeling angel guarded the remains of Damer de Rochester, slain at Marston Moor in the time of the civil wars, and of Elizabeth, his wife.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13690.23Several wealthy and benevolent individuals in the county subscribed largely for the erection of a more convenient building in a better situation; new regulations were made; improvements in diet and clothing introduced; the funds of the school were intrusted to the management of a committee.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17120.21Well, our ship stopped in the morning, before it was quite daylight, at a great city -- a huge city, with very dark houses and all smoky; not at all like the pretty clean town I came from; and Mr. Rochester carried me in his arms over a plank to the land, and Sophie came after, and we all got into a coach, which took us to a beautiful large house, larger than this and finer, called an hotel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89070.20for it did not seem in the room -- nor in the house -- nor in the garden; it did not come out of the air -- nor from under the earth -- nor from overhead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73520.20I first got an idea of its calibre when I heard him preach in his own church at Morton.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59530.20Mr. Eyre has been the Funchal correspondent of his house for some years.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35950.20You are sick; because the best of feelings, the highest and the sweetest given to man, keeps far away from you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97520.20When we got back from church, I went into the kitchen of the manor-house, where Mary was cooking the dinner and John cleaning the knives, and I said - "Mary, I have been married to Mr. Rochester this morning."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74440.20I, who preached contentment with a humble lot, and justified the vocation even of hewers of wood and drawers of water in God's service -- I, His ordained minister, almost rave in my restlessness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95950.17But it is useless grieving.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79310.17I could not forbear saying.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78570.17You are wasting away."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59500.17What of him?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53410.17"But what has mademoiselle to do with it?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47490.17I know another way to the house.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46200.17"Who -- I?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4420.17"Who could want me?"