Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66580.44Recalled 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_15620.38I jumped up, took my muff and umbrella, and hastened into the inn- passage: a man was standing by the open door, and in the lamp-lit street I dimly saw a one-horse conveyance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89520.37He took the way over the misty moors in the direction of Whitcross -- there he would meet the coach.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6840.36We passed through several towns, and in one, a very large one, the coach stopped; the horses were taken out, and the passengers alighted to dine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6670.35The moon was set, and it was very dark; Bessie carried a lantern, whose light glanced on wet steps and gravel road sodden by a recent thaw.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48260.34I see trees laden with ripening fruit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25010.32The carriage stopped, as I had expected, at the hotel door; my flame (that is the very word for an opera inamorata) alighted: though muffed in a cloak -- an unnecessary encumbrance, by-the-bye, on so warm a June evening -- I knew her instantly by her little foot, seen peeping from the skirt of her dress, as she skipped from the carriage-step.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6780.30The coach drew up; there it was at the gates with its four horses and its top laden with passengers: the guard and coachman loudly urged haste; my trunk was hoisted up; I was taken from Bessie's neck, to which I clung with kisses.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89760.30It stopped as I beckoned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6700.29It wanted but a few minutes of six, and shortly after that hour had struck, the distant roll of wheels announced the coming coach; I went to the door and watched its lamps approach rapidly through the gloom.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60790.28"Concealing the mad-woman's neighbourhood from you, however, was something like covering a child with a cloak and laying it down near a upas-tree: that demon's vicinage is poisoned, and always was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15700.28He fastened the car door, climbed to his own seat outside, and we set off.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34240.27I turned, and Miss Ingram darted forwards from her sofa: the others, too, looked up from their several occupations; for at the same time a crunching of wheels and a splashing tramp of horse-hoofs became audible on the wet gravel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80960.27The blaze there has thawed all the snow from your cloak; by the same token, it has streamed on to my floor, and made it like a trampled street.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31890.26"I have not considered the subject," said he indifferently, looking straight before him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94550.25His countenance reminded one of a lamp quenched, waiting to be re-lit -- and alas!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89530.25"In a few more hours I shall succeed you in that track, cousin," thought I: "I too have a coach to meet at Whitcross.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4250.25From this window were visible the porter's lodge and the carriage- road, and just as I had dissolved so much of the silver-white foliage veiling the panes as left room to look out, I saw the gates thrown open and a carriage roll through.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3650.23Bessie now returned; at the same moment the carriage was heard rolling up the gravel-walk.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83180.23It was now dark; but a rumbling of wheels was audible.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15500.21I thought when the coach stopped here there would be some one to meet me; I looked anxiously round as I descended the wooden steps the "boots" placed for my convenience, expecting to hear my name pronounced, and to see some description of carriage waiting to convey me to Thornfield.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25020.20Bending over the balcony, I was about to murmur 'Mon ange' -- in a tone, of course, which should be audible to the ear of love alone -- when a figure jumped from the carriage after her; cloaked also; but that was a spurred heel which had rung on the pavement, and that was a hatted head which now passed under the arched porte cochere of the hotel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72280.20It is my way -- it always was my way, by instinct -- ever to meet the brief with brevity, the direct with plainness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68070.18"Well, I would rather die yonder than in a street or on a frequented road," I reflected.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28960.16And you have derived pleasure from occasional tokens of preference -- equivocal tokens shown by a gentleman of family and a man of the world to a dependent and a novice.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87890.15"Yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8210.15"Who subscribes?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67120.15I stopped at it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66890.15I must do something.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57710.15"And the carriage?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57530.15"Stop!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55720.15"I believe I am."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47530.15"There you are!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36470.15"Oh, I have not much choice!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34910.15"Yes -- yes -- yes!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33620.15"You would like a hero of the road then?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19310.15"No, I have never seen him."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33050.40CHAPTER XVIII Merry days were these at Thornfield Hall; and busy days too: how different from the first three months of stillness, monotony, and solitude I had passed beneath its roof!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18780.39From my seat I could look down on Thornfield: the grey and battlemented hall was the principal object in the vale below me; its woods and dark rookery rose against the west.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57040.39Is Thornfield Hall a ruin?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67750.37I could not hope to get a lodging under a roof, and sought it in the wood I have before alluded to.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3320.34"Don't you think Gateshead Hall a very beautiful house?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56480.34"I dreamt another dream, sir: that Thornfield Hall was a dreary ruin, the retreat of bats and owls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90640.30"You know Thornfield Hall, of course?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89830.30"How far is Thornfield Hall from here?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80040.30"Did no one go to Thornfield Hall, then?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58580.30"At Thornfield Hall!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77000.29He could not -- he would not -- renounce his wild field of mission warfare for the parlours and the peace of Vale Hall.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54260.29"And haunted as a robber-path Through wilderness or wood; For Might and Right, and Woe and Wrath, Between our spirits stood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29970.28A joyous stir was now audible in the hall: gentlemen's deep tones and ladies' silvery accents blent harmoniously together, and distinguishable above all, though not loud, was the sonorous voice of the master of Thornfield Hall, welcoming his fair and gallant guests under its roof.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91290.28He broke off acquaintance with all the gentry, and shut himself up like a hermit at the Hall."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79180.28I was almost in consternation, so little had I expected any guest from the blocked-up vale that night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90030.27At last the woods rose; the rookery clustered dark; a loud cawing broke the morning stillness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17910.27"No; they occupy a range of smaller apartments to the back; no one ever sleeps here: one would almost say that, if there were a ghost at Thornfield Hall, this would be its haunt."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76260.26"You are quite a stranger at Vale Hall.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60760.25Jane, you shall not stay here, nor will I. I was wrong ever to bring you to Thornfield Hall, knowing as I did how it was haunted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58560.25"She is now living at Thornfield Hall," said Mason, in more articulate tones: "I saw her there last April.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78060.23I discerned he was now neither angry nor shocked at my audacity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59840.23When -- how -- whither, I could not yet discern; but he himself, I doubted not, would hurry me from Thornfield.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51550.23I will remand the order I despatched to my banker.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15550.23"Is there a place in this neighbourhood called Thornfield?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41130.22"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_91010.20No one saw her: they only knew by rumour that such a person was at the Hall; and who or what she was it was difficult to conjecture.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49030.20"Jane, do you hear that nightingale singing in the wood?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34360.20Some parleying was audible in the hall, and soon the new-comer entered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71690.19Marsh 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_39070.19No: stillness returned: each murmur and movement ceased gradually, and in about an hour Thornfield Hall was again as hushed as a desert.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17690.18Almost all the land in this neighbourhood, as far as you can see, has belonged to the Rochesters time out of mind."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48270.15I hear a nightingale warbling in a wood half a mile off; no moving form is visible, no coming step audible; but that perfume increases: I must flee.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95170.15"Damn him!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91620.15"Why?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75980.15"Very much."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72980.15"I do: I have already said so.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69960.15"Famished, I think.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64100.15"I do."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36810.15Not exactly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_280.15"Boh!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25180.15'You like Thornfield?'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14530.15Thornfield!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53400.39The ring, Adele, is in my breeches-pocket, under the disguise of a sovereign: but I mean soon to change it to a ring again."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53210.38Cudgel your brains for an expedient.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15540.38I bethought myself to ring the bell.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33240.37Ere long a bell tinkled, and the curtain drew up.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20390.34She hastened to ring the bell; and when the tray came, she proceeded to arrange the cups, spoons, &c., with assiduous celerity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54630.31"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_27300.29I bethought myself of an expedient.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11880.29She rang her bell.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25310.29When I saw my charmer thus come in accompanied by a cavalier, I seemed to hear a hiss, and the green snake of jealousy, rising on undulating coils from the moonlit balcony, glided within my waistcoat, and ate its way in two minutes to my heart's core.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77030.29I had learnt her whole character, which was without mystery or disguise: she was coquettish but not heartless; exacting, but not worthlessly selfish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13970.28Here a bell, ringing the hour of supper, called me downstairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41830.26At last I looked up at the tardy speaker: he was looking eagerly at me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92490.23Just at this moment the parlour-bell rang.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55590.23I rang the bell and ordered away the tray.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7230.22When I again unclosed my eyes, a loud bell was ringing; the girls were up and dressing; day had not yet begun to dawn, and a rushlight or two burned in the room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43930.21The dinner-bell rang, and suddenly away he bolted, without another syllable: I saw him no more during the day, and was off before he had risen in the morning.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19810.20I rang the bell, for I wanted a candle; and I wanted, too, to get an account of this visitant.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27950.20I 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_55200.15"There!"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30000.81"Chez maman," said she, "quand il y avait du monde, je le suivais partout, au salon et e leurs chambres; souvent je regardais les femmes de chambre coiffer et habiller les dames, et c'etait si amusant: comme cela on apprend."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20010.78"Et cela doit signifier," said she, "qu'il y aura le dedans un cadeau pour moi, et peut-etre pour vous aussi, mademoiselle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28120.76"Vos doigts tremblent comme la feuille, et vos joues sont rouges: mais, rouges comme des cerises!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20020.71Monsieur a parle de vous: il m'a demande le nom de ma gouvernante, et si elle n'etait pas une petite personne, assez mince et un peu pale.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30690.69"Est-ce que je ne puis pas prendrie une seule de ces fleurs magnifiques, mademoiselle?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20030.63J'ai dit qu'oui: car c'est vrai, n'est-ce pas, mademoiselle?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24770.47And spreading out her dress, she chasseed across the room till, having reached Mr. Rochester, she wheeled lightly round before him on tip-toe, then dropped on one knee at his feet, exclaiming - "Monsieur, je vous remercie mille fois de votre bonte;" then rising, she added, "C'est comme cela que maman faisait, n'est-ce pas, monsieur?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53150.46"Oh, qu' elle y sera mal -- peu comfortable!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24760.46Tenez, je crois que je vais danser!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28100.45"Qu' avez-vous, mademoiselle?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17330.45"Yes, and she just used to say it in this way: 'Qu' avez vous donc?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30020.44"Mais oui, mademoiselle: voile cinq ou six heures que nous n'avons pas mange."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17290.44Assuming an attitude, she began, "La Ligue des Rats: fable de La Fontaine."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18370.41adding, "J'ai bien faim, moi!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53440.39Whereupon I told her not to mind his badinage; and she, on her part, evinced a fund of genuine French scepticism: denominating Mr. Rochester "un vrai menteur," and assuring him that she made no account whatever of his "contes de fee," and that "du reste, il n'y avait pas de fees, et quand meme il y en avait:" she was sure they would never appear to him, nor ever give him rings, or offer to live with him in the moon.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20440.36As he took the cup from my hand, Adele, thinking the moment propitious for making a request in my favour, cried out - "N'est-ce pas, monsieur, qu'il y a un cadeau pour Mademoiselle Eyre dans votre petit coffre?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32650.34"Gardez-vous en bien!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16920.34"C'est le ma gouverante!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24730.27"Est-ce que ma robe va bien?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24650.22'Il faut que je l'essaie!'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24790.21was the answer; "and, 'comme cela,' she charmed my English gold out of my British breeches' pocket.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35500.14"I am sure she is something not right!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21990.14"Far from it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21530.14Well, fetch me your portfolio, if you can vouch for its contents being original; but don't pass your word unless you are certain: I can recognise patchwork."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33940.50If 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_52300.33Seeing me, she roused herself: she made a sort of effort to smile, and framed a few words of congratulation; but the smile expired, and the sentence was abandoned unfinished.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8940.33This ominous tool she presented to Miss Scatcherd with a respectful curtesy; then she quietly, and without being told, unloosed her pinafore, and the teacher instantly and sharply inflicted on her neck a dozen strokes with the bunch of twigs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70280.31Answering her compassionate gaze with a smile, I said -- "I will trust you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74170.28He now smiled: and not a bitter or a sad smile, but one well pleased and deeply gratified.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86550.27No happy reconciliation was to be had with him -- no cheering smile or generous word: but still the Christian was patient and placid; and when I asked him if he forgave me, he answered that he was not in the habit of cherishing the remembrance of vexation; that he had nothing to forgive, not having been offended.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53580.27He smiled; and I thought his smile was such as a sultan might, in a blissful and fond moment, bestow on a slave his gold and gems had enriched: I crushed his hand, which was ever hunting mine, vigorously, and thrust it back to him red with the passionate pressure.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37620.26What does that grave smile signify?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15760.26let the worst come to the worst, I can advertise again.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26350.24The hiss of the quenched element, the breakage of a pitcher which I flung from my hand when I had emptied it, and, above all, the splash of the shower-bath I had liberally bestowed, roused Mr. Rochester at last.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56370.22Look wicked, Jane: as you know well how to look: coin one of your wild, shy, provoking smiles; tell me you hate me -- tease me, vex me; do anything but move me: I would rather be incensed than saddened."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33410.20The personage on the well-brink now seemed to accost her; to make some request:- "She hasted, let down her pitcher on her hand, and gave him to drink."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31500.20I saw them smile, laugh -- it was nothing; the light of the candles had as much soul in it as their smile; the tinkle of the bell as much significance as their laugh.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5160.19"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_88340.15No doubt he had invoked the help of the Holy Spirit to subdue the anger I had roused in him, and now believed he had forgiven me once more.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56380.15"I will tease you and vex you to your heart's content, when I have finished my tale: but hear me to the end."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95390.15"You would often see him?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94770.15And what did she do?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83920.15I consented.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79300.15"But why are you come?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75960.15"Quite."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75890.15pointing to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71630.15"That will do -- I forgive you now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6250.15what do you mean?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60200.15You are passionate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47800.15Everybody knew your errand."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39960.15"When will he come?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3360.15"Pooh!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21370.15"A little."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20950.15"I have none."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85060.39As a conductress of Indian schools, and a helper amongst Indian women, your assistance will be to me invaluable."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30920.38They were all three of the loftiest stature of women.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59330.35She 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_78800.29I honour endurance, perseverance, industry, talent; because these are the means by which men achieve great ends and mount to lofty eminence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41780.29Men 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_88600.28All men of talent, whether they be men of feeling or not; whether they be zealots, or aspirants, or despots -- provided only they be sincere -- have their sublime moments, when they subdue and rule.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30970.28A 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_51450.27"I was thinking, sir (you will excuse the idea; it was involuntary), I was thinking of Hercules and Samson with their charmers -- " "You were, you little elfish -- " "Hush, sir!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20880.23"The men in green all forsook England a hundred years ago," said I, speaking as seriously as he had done.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62390.23"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_92240.21The caged eagle, whose gold-ringed eyes cruelty has extinguished, might look as looked that sightless Samson.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14600.20Next day new steps were to be taken; my plans could no longer be confined to my own breast; I must impart them in order to achieve their success.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18550.20Women 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_63360.19Last January, rid of all mistresses -- in a harsh, bitter frame of mind, the result of a useless, roving, lonely life -- corroded with disappointment, sourly disposed against all men, and especially against all womankind (for I began to regard the notion of an intellectual, faithful, loving woman as a mere dream), recalled by business, I came back to England.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3900.16I heard him in a blubbering tone commence the tale of how "that nasty Jane Eyre" had flown at him like a mad cat: he was stopped rather harshly - "Don't talk to me about her, John: I told you not to go near her; she is not worthy of notice; I do not choose that either you or your sisters should associate with her."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90920.15I muttered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76020.15"You have indeed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44880.15"Yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3230.15Can you tell me some of them?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33820.43Other eyes besides mine watched these manifestations of character -- watched them closely, keenly, shrewdly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76340.31She filled up the hiatus his silence left by a reply of her own.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77770.30I did not observe it closely."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58430.30"I will produce him first -- he is on the spot.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32590.30"I am all obedience," was the response.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11020.30Now came a pause of ten minutes, during which I, by this time in perfect possession of my wits, observed all the female Brocklehursts produce their pocket-handkerchiefs and apply them to their optics, while the elderly lady swayed herself to and fro, and the two younger ones whispered, "How shocking!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36450.28"I do frequently; when the gestures or looks of a pair seem telling a tale: it amuses me to watch them."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22740.28It would be intolerable to me to pass a whole evening tete-e-tete with a brat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79500.27He soon stirred; my eye was instantly drawn to his movements; he only took out a morocco pocket-book, thence produced a letter, which he read in silence, folded it, put it back, relapsed into meditation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45950.27Take one day; share it into sections; to each section apportion its task: leave no stray unemployed quarters of an hour, ten minutes, five minutes -- include all; do each piece of business in its turn with method, with rigid regularity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35230.26A comparative silence ensued.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29870.26"They'll be here in ten minutes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76580.25This spectacle of another's suffering and sacrifice rapt my thoughts from exclusive meditation on my own.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10630.25I have again and again intimated that I desire the hair to be arranged closely, modestly, plainly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58640.23He mused -- for ten minutes he held counsel with himself: he formed his resolve, and announced it - "Enough!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15820.23About ten minutes after, the driver got down and opened a pair of gates: we passed through, and they clashed to behind us.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71570.23I maintained a grave silence for some minutes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82690.20Jane, I shall watch you closely and anxiously -- I warn you of that.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84410.18I have always faithfully observed the one, up to the very moment of bursting, sometimes with volcanic vehemence, into the other; and as neither present circumstances warranted, nor my present mood inclined me to mutiny, I observed careful obedience to St. John's directions; and in ten minutes I was treading the wild track of the glen, side by side with him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57620.17He took me into the dining-room, surveyed me keenly all over, pronounced me "fair as a lily, and not only the pride of his life, but the desire of his eyes," and then telling me he would give me but ten minutes to eat some breakfast, he rang the bell.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63640.15An unusual -- to me -- a perfectly new character I suspected was yours: I desired to search it deeper and know it better.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95110.15-- priggish and parsonic?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92940.15Is it only a voice?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83140.15they are coming!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78830.15"No.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78400.15No!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61850.15"I ask only minutes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57080.15"Am I about to do it?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43670.15"Very well!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28410.15I did not know he was out."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23060.15"Just so: I think so: and you shall be answerable for it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2090.15I shall be killed if -- " "Silence!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47880.13All I had now to do was to obey him in silence: no need for me to colloquise further.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76680.44These 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_7080.40Miss Miller was more ordinary; ruddy in complexion, though of a careworn countenance; hurried in gait and action, like one who had always a multiplicity of tasks on hand: she looked, indeed, what I afterwards found she really was, an under-teacher.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23710.37However, I mentally shake hands with you for your answer, despite its inaccuracy; and as much for the manner in which it was said, as for the substance of the speech; the manner was frank and sincere; one does not often see such a manner: no, on the contrary, affectation, or coldness, or stupid, coarse-minded misapprehension of one's meaning are the usual rewards of candour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88330.36He addressed me precisely in his ordinary manner, or what had, of late, been his ordinary manner -- one scrupulously polite.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41500.35I see genuine contentment in your gait and mien, your eye and face, when you are helping me and pleasing me -- working for me, and with me, in, as you characteristically say, 'ALL THAT IS RIGHT:' for if I bid you do what you thought wrong, there would be no light-footed running, no neat-handed alacrity, no lively glance and animated complexion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95120.31"I never mentioned his manners; but, unless I had a very bad taste, they must suit it; they are polished, calm, and gentlemanlike."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73340.28I liked to learn of her: I saw the part of instructress pleased and suited her; that of scholar pleased and suited me no less.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63050.28I longed only for what suited me -- for the antipodes of the Creole: and I longed vainly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96780.26Jane suits me: do I suit her?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35100.26"She's ready now," said the footman, as he reappeared.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75920.25she asked of me, with a direct and naive simplicity of tone and manner, pleasing, if child-like.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78810.25I 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_62110.24I was not sure of the existence of one virtue in her nature: I had marked neither modesty, nor benevolence, nor candour, nor refinement in her mind or manners -- and, I married her:- gross, grovelling, mole-eyed blockhead that I was!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90810.23Since he was not in the grave, I could bear, I thought, to learn that he was at the Antipodes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89300.23Where there is energy to command well enough, obedience never fails.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64150.23"I do," extricating myself from restraint rapidly and completely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22780.23Nor do I particularly affect simple-minded old ladies.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60350.23There was such deep remorse in his eye, such true pity in his tone, such manly energy in his manner; and besides, there was such unchanged love in his whole look and mien -- I forgave him all: yet not in words, not outwardly; only at my heart's core.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83100.22It is in scenes of strife and danger -- where courage is proved, and energy exercised, and fortitude tasked -- that he will speak and move, the leader and superior.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14540.19that, doubtless, was the name of her house: a neat orderly spot, I was sure; though I failed in my efforts to conceive a correct plan of the premises.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80140.17And what opiate for his severe sufferings -- what object for his strong passions -- had he sought there?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70.17"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_23990.17Reformation may be its cure; and I could reform -- I have strength yet for that -- if -- but where is the use of thinking of it, hampered, burdened, cursed as I am?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95510.15"Once or twice."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90520.15And oh!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76560.15She went one way; he another.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62950.15"Precisely!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59500.15What of him?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55810.15"Calm?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52900.15"Not it: she will be a restraint."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41870.15"Curse you?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41490.15"Precisely: I see you do.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3830.15They went.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13220.15"Are you going somewhere, Helen?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80440.46One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18880.39As this horse approached, and as I watched for it to appear through the dusk, I remembered certain of Bessie's tales, wherein figured a North-of-England spirit called a "Gytrash," which, in the form of horse, mule, or large dog, haunted solitary ways, and sometimes came upon belated travellers, as this horse was now coming upon me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29910.38Fluttering veils and waving plumes filled the vehicles; two of the cavaliers were young, dashing-looking gentlemen; the third was Mr. Rochester, on his black horse, Mesrour, Pilot bounding before him; at his side rode a lady, and he and she were the first of the party.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55150.38I set out; I walked fast, but not far: ere I had measured a quarter of a mile, I heard the tramp of hoofs; a horseman came on, full gallop; a dog ran by his side.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90050.38Another field crossed -- a lane threaded -- and there were the courtyard walls -- the back offices: the house itself, the rookery still hid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63400.37On a stile in Hay Lane I saw a quiet little figure sitting by itself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18980.36The dog came bounding back, and seeing his master in a predicament, and hearing the horse groan, barked till the evening hills echoed the sound, which was deep in proportion to his magnitude.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34280.34"He rode Mesrour (the black horse), did he not, when he went out?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19900.34"Did the horse fall in Hay Lane?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19070.34This was finally fortunate; the horse was re-established, and the dog was silenced with a "Down, Pilot!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19000.34I obeyed him, and walked down to the traveller, by this time struggling himself free of his steed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18850.34The din was on the causeway: a horse was coming; the windings of the lane yet hid it, but it approached.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18760.34This lane inclined up-hill all the way to Hay; having reached the middle, I sat down on a stile which led thence into a field.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19220.31"From just below; and I am not at all afraid of being out late when it is moonlight: I will run over to Hay for you with pleasure, if you wish it: indeed, I am going there to post a letter."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20890.31"And not even in Hay Lane, or the fields about it, could you find a trace of them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19500.31I should have been afraid to touch a horse when alone, but when told to do it, I was disposed to obey.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19490.31"Try to get hold of my horse's bridle and lead him to me: you are not afraid?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57720.30"The horses are harnessing."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91390.30And then they called out to him that she was on the roof, where she was standing, waving her arms, above the battlements, and shouting out till they could hear her a mile off: I saw her and heard her with my own eyes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40020.29Presently I heard Pilot bark far below, out of his distant kennel in the courtyard: hope revived.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19600.28"Thank you; now make haste with the letter to Hay, and return as fast as you can."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18910.28The horse followed, -- a tall steed, and on its back a rider.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92640.27Pilot pricked up his ears when I came in: then he jumped up with a yelp and a whine, and bounded towards me: he almost knocked the tray from my hands.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19660.27I had it still before me when I entered Hay, and slipped the letter into the post- office; I saw it as I walked fast down-hill all the way home.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19190.27If even this stranger had smiled and been good-humoured to me when I addressed him; if he had put off my offer of assistance gaily and with thanks, I should have gone on my way and not felt any vocation to renew inquiries: but the frown, the roughness of the traveller, set me at my ease: I retained my station when he waved to me to go, and announced - "I cannot think of leaving you, sir, at so late an hour, in this solitary lane, till I see you are fit to mount your horse."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90370.26No need to cower behind a gate-post, indeed!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74740.26He threw the letter into her lap.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18970.25Man and horse were down; they had slipped on the sheet of ice which glazed the causeway.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19780.25Instead, all alone, sitting upright on the rug, and gazing with gravity at the blaze, I beheld a great black and white long-haired dog, just like the Gytrash of the lane.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18890.24It was very near, but not yet in sight; when, in addition to the tramp, tramp, I heard a rush under the hedge, and close down by the hazel stems glided a great dog, whose black and white colour made him a distinct object against the trees.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83470.23I am afraid the whole of the ensuing week tried his patience.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14300.21It was a walk of two miles, and the evening was wet, but the days were still long; I visited a shop or two, slipped the letter into the post-office, and came back through heavy rain, with streaming garments, but with a relieved heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19670.20When I came to the stile, I stopped a minute, looked round and listened, with an idea that a horse's hoofs might ring on the causeway again, and that a rider in a cloak, and a Gytrash-like Newfoundland dog, might be again apparent: I saw only the hedge and a pollard willow before me, rising up still and straight to meet the moonbeams; I heard only the faintest waft of wind roaming fitful among the trees round Thornfield, a mile distant; and when I glanced down in the direction of the murmur, my eye, traversing the hall-front, caught a light kindling in a window: it reminded me that I was late, and I hurried on.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18940.20No Gytrash was this, -- only a traveller taking the short cut to Millcote.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48330.20I trode on an edging of turf that the crackle of the pebbly gravel might not betray me: he was standing among the beds at a yard or two distant from where I had to pass; the moth apparently engaged him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9230.15Not at all!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79410.15I am well now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55320.15"Nothing now; I am neither afraid nor unhappy."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39710.15I must keep to my post, however.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35850.15"I'm not cold."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31380.15Yet now, how distant, how far estranged we were!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23610.15"Paid subordinates!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19830.15"What dog is this?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16580.15out already?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40550.46inquired Mr. Rochester presently.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42650.43she inquired of Mr. Rochester; and Mr. Rochester turned to see who the "person" was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59630.40he inquired of Mr. Mason.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50420.40I did not observe her at first, nor did Mr. Rochester.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32320.40Mr. Rochester, do you second my motion?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21910.40asked Mr. Rochester presently.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39850.38I had heard Mr. Rochester assign him an apartment below -- what brought him here!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28500.38She came here to a Christmas ball and party Mr. Rochester gave.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36920.37I would advise her blackaviced suitor to look out: if another comes, with a longer or clearer rent-roll, -- he's dished -- " "But, mother, I did not come to hear Mr. Rochester's fortune: I came to hear my own; and you have told me nothing of it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90770.37Fully assured by these words that Mr. Edward -- MY Mr. Rochester (God bless him, wherever he was!)
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30240.37Besides, she added, a message might possibly come from Mr. Rochester when she was undressed; "et alors quel dommage!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17830.35Mr. Rochester was Mr. Rochester in her eyes; a gentleman, a landed proprietor -- nothing more: she inquired and searched no further, and evidently wondered at my wish to gain a more definite notion of his identity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72740.35"I have heard of Mr. Brocklehurst, and I have seen the school."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40240.35"You should not have yielded: you should have grappled with her at once," said Mr. Rochester.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32020.35inquired Mr. Rochester aloud.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29080.35you revert to Mr. Rochester as a model!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80310.34I should doubt his knowing anything at all about Mr. Rochester; it is not in Mr. Rochester he is interested.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22370.34Mr. Rowland Rochester was not quite just to Mr. Edward; and perhaps he prejudiced his father against him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10220.34Yes, I was right: it was Mr. Brocklehurst, buttoned up in a surtout, and looking longer, narrower, and more rigid than ever.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80120.32"Mr. Briggs intimates that the answer to his application was not from Mr. Rochester, but from a lady: it is signed 'Alice Fairfax.'"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19950.32CHAPTER 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_59550.32Mr. Eyre mentioned the intelligence; for he knew that my client here was acquainted with a gentleman of the name of Rochester.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41070.32added Mr. Rochester, as he closed and barred the heavy yard-gates.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90690.31"I was the late Mr. Rochester's butler," he added.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89930.31Go up to that man, and inquire if Mr. Rochester be at home."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80170.31"He must have been a bad man," observed Mr. Rivers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40900.31"I do feel better," remarked Mr. Mason.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40050.31Mr. Rochester entered, and with him the surgeon he had been to fetch.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95200.31"Yes, Mr. Rochester, I liked him: but you asked me that before."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82300.31asked Mr. Rivers, when they were gone.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81630.31"Mr. Rivers!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80290.31He perhaps knows more of Mr. Rochester than you do."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80280.31"Yes -- yes; but where is Mr. Briggs?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76320.31Now, Mr. Rivers, DO come.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64060.31"Mr. Rochester, I will NOT be yours."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59820.31Mr. Rochester was not to me what he had been; for he was not what I had thought him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59520.31"Mr. Mason does.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59100.31said Mr. Rochester.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37600.31I had never thought of Mr. Rochester.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3670.31asked Mr. Lloyd.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3630.31said Mr. Lloyd, as he got up.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31330.31And where is Mr. Rochester?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30180.31"No, indeed, I don't; Mr. Rochester has something else to think about.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28670.31"Mr. Rochester?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28400.31-- Is Mr. Rochester gone anywhere?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12830.31"Is it her Mr. Bates has been to see?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59320.30Mr. Rochester flung me behind him: the lunatic sprang and grappled his throat viciously, and laid her teeth to his cheek: they struggled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40980.30Mason, supported by Mr. Rochester and the surgeon, seemed to walk with tolerable ease: they assisted him into the chaise; Carter followed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22400.29Old Mr. Rochester and Mr. Rowland combined to bring Mr. Edward into what he considered a painful position, for the sake of making his fortune: what the precise nature of that position was I never clearly knew, but his spirit could not brook what he had to suffer in it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77330.29Mr. Oliver spoke of Mr. Rivers -- of the Rivers family -- with great respect.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68710.62'Ich wage die Gedanken in der Schale meines Zornes und die Werke mit dem Gewichte meines Grimms.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14010.25Miss 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_14430.20Even when we finally retired for the night, the inevitable Miss Gryce was still my companion: we had only a short end of candle in our candlestick, and I dreaded lest she should talk till it was all burnt out; fortunately, however, the heavy supper she had eaten produced a soporific effect: she was already snoring before I had finished undressing.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64680.45"Never," said he, as he ground his teeth, "never was anything at once so frail and so indomitable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25840.41He 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_25110.27How I do still abhor -" He ground his teeth and was silent: he arrested his step and struck his boot against the hard ground.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83450.23Starved and tired enough he was: but he looked happier than when he set out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86050.21There 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_24310.20"I am laying down good intentions, which I believe durable as flint.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20.19I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39980.16I cried inwardly, as the night lingered and lingered -- as my bleeding patient drooped, moaned, sickened: and neither day nor aid arrived.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94040.14You are certain of that?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76030.14She is teachable and handy."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97220.51You 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_64600.38They 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_88920.37My heart beat fast and thick: I heard its throb.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61400.37he said, in such an accent of bitter sadness it thrilled along every nerve I had; "you don't love me, then?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73570.34The heart was thrilled, the mind astonished, by the power of the preacher: neither were softened.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12900.34I experienced a shock of horror, then a strong thrill of grief, then a desire -- a necessity to see her; and I asked in what room she lay.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86680.32I felt how -- if I were his wife, this good man, pure as the deep sunless source, could soon kill me, without drawing from my veins a single drop of blood, or receiving on his own crystal conscience the faintest stain of crime.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76880.31Keenly, I fear, did the eye of the visitress pierce the young pastor's heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_780.30I 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_87130.30"I SHOULD KILL YOU -- I AM KILLING YOU?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16630.30she asked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46570.29I could not forget my own sensations when you thus started up and poured out the venom of your mind: I felt fear as if an animal that I had struck or pushed had looked up at me with human eyes and cursed me in a man's voice.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37140.28Strong wind, earthquake-shock, and fire may pass by: but I shall follow the guiding of that still small voice which interprets the dictates of conscience.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88680.28My refusals were forgotten -- my fears overcome -- my wrestlings paralysed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49080.27The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway, and asserting a right to predominate, to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last: yes, -- and to speak.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5840.27First, I smiled to myself and felt elate; but this fierce pleasure subsided in me as fast as did the accelerated throb of my pulses.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10870.27"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_80130.26I 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_78500.26It is dearer than the blood in my veins.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76750.26I felt I became a favourite in the neighbourhood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40140.26"She's done for me, I fear," was the faint reply.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22070.26And what meaning is that in their solemn depth?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9790.25Bitter and truculent when excited, I spoke as I felt, without reserve or softening.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84650.25"My heart is mute, -- my heart is mute," I answered, struck and thrilled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61720.25Out of pity to me and yourself, put your finger on my pulse, feel how it throbs, and -- beware!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39800.25-- what mystery, that broke out now in fire and now in blood, at the deadest hours of night?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38450.25My pulse stopped: my heart stood still; my stretched arm was paralysed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24690.25However, my tenderest feelings are about to receive a shock: such is my presentiment; stay now, to see whether it will be realised."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64090.25recommenced he, with a gentleness that broke me down with grief, and turned me stone-cold with ominous terror -- for this still voice was the pant of a lion rising -- "Jane, do you mean to go one way in the world, and to let me go another?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2200.25I felt an inexpressible relief, a soothing conviction of protection and security, when I knew that there was a stranger in the room, an individual not belonging to Gateshead., and not related to Mrs. Reed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15530.25The charm of adventure sweetens that sensation, the glow of pride warms it; but then the throb of fear disturbs it; and fear with me became predominant when half-an-hour elapsed and still I was alone.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81350.23I now clapped my hands in sudden joy -- my pulse bounded, my veins thrilled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45180.23He is beset by sharpers: John is sunk and degraded -- his look is frightful -- I feel ashamed for him when I see him."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11490.23I was silent; Helen had calmed me; but in the tranquillity she imparted there was an alloy of inexpressible sadness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90760.23I breathed again: my blood resumed its flow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78640.23For me, I felt at home in this sort of discourse.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75160.23I felt -- yes, idiot that I am -- I felt degraded.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74550.23It is right, noble, Christian: yet it breaks my heart!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58230.23My 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_84970.22Oh, I wish I could make you see how much my mind is at this moment like a rayless dungeon, with one shrinking fear fettered in its depths -- the fear of being persuaded by you to attempt what I cannot accomplish!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2260.22Having given some further directions, and intimates that he should call again the next day, he departed; to my grief: I felt so sheltered and befriended while he sat in the chair near my pillow; and as he closed the door after him, all the room darkened and my heart again sank: inexpressible sadness weighed it down.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50620.22The rooks cawed, and blither birds sang; but nothing was so merry or so musical as my own rejoicing heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85320.20"Consent, then, to his demand is possible: but for one item -- one dreadful item.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83410.20And then it is such a bitter night -- the keenest wind you ever felt.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65690.20Oh, that fear of his self-abandonment -- far worse than my abandonment -- how it goaded me!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59860.20I should fear even to cross his path now: my view must be hateful to him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47450.20Well, he is not a ghost; yet every nerve I have is unstrung: for a moment I am beyond my own mastery.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39350.20I felt a thrill while I answered him; but no coldness, and no faintness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81250.19"You three, then, are my cousins; half our blood on each side flows from the same source?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66670.19I felt it would be degrading to faint with hunger on the causeway of a hamlet.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21160.51"And you girls probably worshipped him, as a convent full of religieuses would worship their director."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24900.47He 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_75110.32I 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_95150.31He is a handsome man: tall, fair, with blue eyes, and a Grecian profile."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59590.29He referred him to me for assistance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95290.28Your words have delineated very prettily a graceful Apollo: he is present to your imagination, -- tall, fair, blue-eyed, and with a Grecian profile.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51810.23"If that will be YOUR married look, I, as a Christian, will soon give up the notion of consorting with a mere sprite or salamander.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93790.20"I thought you would be revolted, Jane, when you saw my arm, and my cicatrised visage."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56510.17Wrapped up in a shawl, I still carried the unknown little child: I might not lay it down anywhere, however tired were my arms -- however much its weight impeded my progress, I must retain it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90130.14What then?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24880.47He then said that she was the daughter of a French opera-dancer, Celine Varens, towards whom he had once cherished what he called a "grande passion."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25550.35Opening the window, I walked in upon them; liberated Celine from my protection; gave her notice to vacate her hotel; offered her a purse for immediate exigencies; disregarded screams, hysterics, prayers, protestations, convulsions; made an appointment with the vicomte for a meeting at the Bois de Boulogne.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25710.32As he had said, there was probably nothing at all extraordinary in the substance of the narrative itself: a wealthy Englishman's passion for a French dancer, and her treachery to him, were everyday matters enough, no doubt, in society; but there was something decidedly strange in the paroxysm of emotion which had suddenly seized him when he was in the act of expressing the present contentment of his mood, and his newly revived pleasure in the old hall and its environs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53800.25Do you remember what you said of Celine Varens?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48800.20"Not the voyage, but the distance: and then the sea is a barrier -- " "From what, Jane?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24680.17She is now with Sophie, undergoing a robing process: in a few minutes she will re-enter; and I know what I shall see, -- a miniature of Celine Varens, as she used to appear on the boards at the rising of -- But never mind that.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63120.15The first I chose was Celine Varens -- another of those steps which make a man spurn himself when he recalls them.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23240.42"I am disposed to be gregarious and communicative to-night," he repeated, "and that is why I sent for you: the fire and the chandelier were not sufficient company for me; nor would Pilot have been, for none of these can talk.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38110.39He swallowed the contents and returned it to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23210.37Young lady, I am disposed to be gregarious and communicative to-night."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22810.37"Good evening, madam; I sent to you for a charitable purpose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27530.36She said "Good morning, Miss," in her usual phlegmatic and brief manner; and taking up another ring and more tape, went on with her sewing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44540.35I 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_50450.31"Hasten to take off your wet things," said he; "and before you go, good-night -- good-night, my darling!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11960.31Barbara went out: she returned soon - "Madam, Mrs. Harden says she has sent up the usual quantity."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83420.31You had better send word, sir, that you will be there in the morning."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82660.31I am disposed to be as content as a queen, and you try to stir me up to restlessness!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32100.31Mary was always too sleepy to join in a plot with spirit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15150.31"I dare say you are clever, though," continued Bessie, by way of solace.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65410.30He would send for me in the morning; I should be gone.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45770.30She seemed to want no company; no conversation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33200.28He did not insist, which I rather feared he would have done; he allowed me to return quietly to my usual seat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16890.28"Good morning, Miss Adela," said Mrs. Fairfax.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63180.27I was glad to give her a sufficient sum to set her up in a good line of business, and so get decently rid of her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28180.27And now I looked much better than I did when Bessie saw me; I had more colour and more flesh, more life, more vivacity, because I had brighter hopes and keener enjoyments.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84010.26One evening when, at bedtime, his sisters and I stood round him, bidding him good-night, he kissed each of them, as was his custom; and, as was equally his custom, he gave me his hand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96950.26He pursued his own thoughts without heeding me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95430.26I know they would be clever, for you are a talented creature!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35070.26"Cease that chatter, blockhead!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27160.26"Good-night again, sir.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17780.26I dare say he is clever, but I never had much conversation with him."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76390.26It had slipped my memory that you have good reasons to be indisposed for joining in my chatter.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1470.25I dared commit no fault: I strove to fulfil every duty; and I was termed naughty and tiresome, sullen and sneaking, from morning to noon, and from noon to night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45960.24The 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_17460.24I felt it would be injudicious to confine her too much at first; so, when I had talked to her a great deal, and got her to learn a little, and when the morning had advanced to noon, I allowed her to return to her nurse.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97900.23To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93660.23"I will think what you like, sir: I am content to be only your nurse, if you think it better."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78110.23Moreover, she is a sweet girl -- rather thoughtless; but you would have sufficient thought for both yourself and her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77100.23I was, however, good, clever, composed, and firm, like him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27010.23"Good-night, then, sir," said I, departing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25670.23Still she had her merits; and I was disposed to appreciate all that was good in her to the utmost.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77650.22I knew his thoughts well, and could read his heart plainly; at the moment I felt calmer and cooler than he: I had then temporarily the advantage of him, and I conceived an inclination to do him some good, if I could.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97340.22Reader, it was on Monday night -- near midnight -- that I too had received the mysterious summons: those were the very words by which I replied to it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8460.21"Miss Temple is very good and very clever; she is above the rest, because she knows far more than they do."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84390.20Put on your things; go out by the kitchen-door: take the road towards the head of Marsh Glen: I will join you in a moment."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48380.20"Look at his wings," said he, "he reminds me rather of a West Indian insect; one does not often see so large and gay a night-rover in England; there!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8070.19I 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_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_96210.19I wanted to tease you a little to make you less sad: I thought anger would be better than grief.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73140.19I could join with Diana and Mary in all their occupations; converse with them as much as they wished, and aid them when and where they would allow me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35400.19"Now, now, good people," returned Miss Ingram, "don't press upon me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54540.18From less to more, I worked him up to considerable irritation; then, after he had retired, in dudgeon, quite to the other end of the room, I got up, and saying, "I wish you good-night, sir," in my natural and wonted respectful manner, I slipped out by the side-door and got away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44170.18Then I went on to describe to her the gay company that had lately been staying at the house; and to these details Bessie listened with interest: they were precisely of the kind she relished.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45290.17Bessie now endeavoured to persuade her to take a sedative draught: she succeeded with difficulty.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6680.16Raw and chill was the winter morning: my teeth chattered as I hastened down the drive.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95700.15"No."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94390.15Good night."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54840.29I 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_240.28Each picture told a story; mysterious often to my undeveloped understanding and imperfect feelings, yet ever profoundly interesting: as interesting as the tales Bessie sometimes narrated on winter evenings, when she chanced to be in good humour; and when, having brought her ironing-table to the nursery hearth, she allowed us to sit about it, and while she got up Mrs. Reed's lace frills, and crimped her nightcap borders, fed our eager attention with passages of love and adventure taken from old fairy tales and other ballads; or (as at a later period I discovered) from the pages of Pamela, and Henry, Earl of Moreland.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77050.26She 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_89330.23I rose from the thanksgiving -- took a resolve -- and lay down, unscared, enlightened -- eager but for the daylight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17250.19It 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_45340.39Meantime, I got on as well as I could with Georgiana and Eliza.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46050.31Georgiana took out her handkerchief and blew her nose for an hour afterwards; Eliza sat cold, impassable, and assiduously industrious.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75120.31My duty will be to develop these germs: surely I shall find some happiness in discharging that office.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47180.30Then I thought of Eliza and Georgiana; I beheld one the cynosure of a ball-room, the other the inmate of a convent cell; and I dwelt on and analysed their separate peculiarities of person and character.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45850.29Georgiana should take her own course; and she, Eliza, would take hers."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47070.27I then returned: "You are not without sense, cousin Eliza; but what you have, I suppose, in another year will be walled up alive in a French convent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46080.27It 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_740.26Did you hear her, Eliza and Georgiana?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63460.26I must be aided, and by that hand: and aided I was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32070.26I have just one word to say of the whole tribe; they are a nuisance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94360.25If Saul could have had you for his David, the evil spirit would have been exorcised without the aid of the harp."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44320.25The other was as certainly Georgiana: but not the Georgiana I remembered -- the slim and fairy-like girl of eleven.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46910.25Georgiana said she dreaded being left alone with Eliza; from her she got neither sympathy in her dejection, support in her fears, nor aid in her preparations; so I bore with her feeble-minded wailings and selfish lamentations as well as I could, and did my best in sewing for her and packing her dresses.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69590.23I asked, terrified at the unexpected sound, and incapable now of deriving from any occurrence a hope of aid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56880.23"Of the foul German spectre -- the Vampyre."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1430.23Eliza, who was headstrong and selfish, was respected.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84740.20I appealed to one who, in the discharge of what he believed his duty, knew neither mercy nor remorse.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74020.20The same lady pays for the education and clothing of an orphan from the workhouse, on condition that she shall aid the mistress in such menial offices connected with her own house and the school as her occupation of teaching will prevent her having time to discharge in person.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86340.18My dear cousin, abandon your scheme of marriage -- forget it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66790.18Disappointed in the expectation of a customer, she coolly acceded to my request.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64020.18One drear word comprised my intolerable duty -- "Depart!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46810.18Eliza and I went to look at her: Georgiana, who had burst out into loud weeping, said she dared not go.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44530.18"Mama dislikes being disturbed in an evening," remarked Eliza.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47100.18As I shall not have occasion to refer either to her or her sister again, I may as well mention here, that Georgiana made an advantageous match with a wealthy worn-out man of fashion, and that Eliza actually took the veil, and is at this day superior of the convent where she passed the period of her novitiate, and which she endowed with her fortune.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10130.18The Sunday evening was spent in repeating, by heart, the Church Catechism, and the fifth, sixth, and seventh chapters of St. Matthew; and in listening to a long sermon, read by Miss Miller, whose irrepressible yawns attested her weariness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30.17The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50800.17(I had green eyes, reader; but you must excuse the mistake: for him they were new-dyed, I suppose.)
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90110.15And if I did -- what then?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79640.15"I know."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45830.15Georgiana and she had nothing in common: they never had had.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16640.15I told her I liked it very much.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13620.46Her 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_15810.43Again I looked out: we were passing a church; I saw its low broad tower against the sky, and its bell was tolling a quarter; I saw a narrow galaxy of lights too, on a hillside, marking a village or hamlet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90560.40My 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_84160.35His 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_55240.30A hearty kissing I got for a welcome, and some boastful triumph, which I swallowed as well as I could.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79800.30(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_1650.28Or was the vault under the chancel of Gateshead Church an inviting bourne?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10030.28We had to walk two miles to Brocklebridge Church, where our patron officiated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90430.27No wonder that letters addressed to people here had never received an answer: as well despatch epistles to a vault in a church aisle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16780.26To be sure I am distantly related to the Rochesters by the mother's side, or at least my husband was; he was a clergyman, incumbent of Hay -- that little village yonder on the hill -- and that church near the gates was his.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64260.25For a wife I have but the maniac upstairs: as well might you refer me to some corpse in yonder churchyard.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18720.24It was three o'clock; the church bell tolled as I passed under the belfry: the charm of the hour lay in its approaching dimness, in the low-gliding and pale-beaming sun.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60750.23"Oh, Adele will go to school -- I have settled that already; nor do I mean to torment you with the hideous associations and recollections of Thornfield Hall -- this accursed place -- this tent of Achan -- this insolent vault, offering the ghastliness of living death to the light of the open sky -- this narrow stone hell, with its one real fiend, worse than a legion of such as we imagine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27080.23-- snatched me from a horrible and excruciating death!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17860.20The furniture once appropriated to the lower apartments had from time to time been removed here, as fashions changed: and the imperfect light entering by their narrow casement showed bedsteads of a hundred years old; chests in oak or walnut, looking, with their strange carvings of palm branches and cherubs' heads, like types of the Hebrew ark; rows of venerable chairs, high-backed and narrow; stools still more antiquated, on whose cushioned tops were yet apparent traces of half-effaced embroideries, wrought by fingers that for two generations had been coffin-dust.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82370.15He looked grave.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71330.15"He is a parson."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26650.15"Not at all: just be still.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20720.15"Eight years!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11610.15"Why?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67620.29I blamed none of those who repulsed me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63860.28"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_90360.28I looked with timorous joy towards a stately house: I saw a blackened ruin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65680.28I could go back and be his comforter -- his pride; his redeemer from misery, perhaps from ruin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14850.28that was all I said; whereat she half laughed, half cried, and we both went into the parlour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23780.26I started, or rather (for like other defaulters, I like to lay half the blame on ill fortune and adverse circumstances) was thrust on to a wrong tack at the age of one-and- twenty, and have never recovered the right course since: but I might have been very different; I might have been as good as you -- wiser -- almost as stainless.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42960.25"John Reed is dead, too, sir: he ruined himself and half-ruined his family, and is supposed to have committed suicide.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13960.25I abandoned it and framed a humbler supplication; for change, stimulus: that petition, too, seemed swept off into vague space: "Then," I cried, half desperate, "grant me at least a new servitude!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78840.23There is this difference between me and deistic philosophers: I believe; and I believe the Gospel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57200.23It was half dream, half reality.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1160.20This reproach of my dependence had become a vague sing-song in my ear: very painful and crushing, but only half intelligible.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10120.20I generally contrived to reserve a moiety of this bounteous repast for myself; but the remainder I was invariably obliged to part with.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47560.18But I have a veil -- it is down: I may make shift yet to behave with decent composure.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1360.17All looked colder and darker in that visionary hollow than in reality: and the strange little figure there gazing at me, with a white face and arms specking the gloom, and glittering eyes of fear moving where all else was still, had the effect of a real spirit: I thought it like one of the tiny phantoms, half fairy, half imp, Bessie's evening stories represented as coming out of lone, ferny dells in moors, and appearing before the eyes of belated travellers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21880.16Above the temples, amidst wreathed turban folds of black drapery, vague in its character and consistency as cloud, gleamed a ring of white flame, gemmed with sparkles of a more lurid tinge.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52260.15-- Go."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51310.15"Distasteful!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40150.15"Not a whit!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38520.15help!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2890.15"Oh!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23890.15"How do you know?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2370.15Am I ill?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82270.14Mr. Rivers came up as, having seen the classes, now numbering sixty girls, file out before me, and locked the door, I stood with the key in my hand, exchanging a few words of special farewell with some half-dozen of my best scholars: as decent, respectable, modest, and well-informed young women as could be found in the ranks of the British peasantry.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87170.50While earnestly wishing to erase from his mind the trace of my former offence, I had stamped on that tenacious surface another and far deeper impression, I had burnt it in.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9830.37What a singularly deep impression her injustice seems to have made on your heart!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4150.35Bessie Lee must, I think, have been a girl of good natural capacity, for she was smart in all she did, and had a remarkable knack of narrative; so, at least, I judge from the impression made on me by her nursery tales.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97370.32If I told anything, my tale would be such as must necessarily make a profound impression on the mind of my hearer: and that mind, yet from its sufferings too prone to gloom, needed not the deeper shade of the supernatural.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38550.31it cried; and then, while the staggering and stamping went on wildly, I distinguished through plank and plaster:- "Rochester!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84130.29Of 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_45450.27I drew them large; I shaped them well: the eyelashes I traced long and sombre; the irids lustrous and large.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29210.22I derived benefit from the task: it had kept my head and hands employed, and had given force and fixedness to the new impressions I wished to stamp indelibly on my heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83960.21By degrees, he acquired a certain influence over me that took away my liberty of mind: his praise and notice were more restraining than his indifference.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30760.20There were but eight; yet, somehow, as they flocked in, they gave the impression of a much larger number.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28150.20I hastened to drive from my mind the hateful notion I had been conceiving respecting Grace Poole; it disgusted me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92900.15-- what delusion has come over me?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85790.15"YOU do not want it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58340.15"Certainly."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27130.15I cannot say more.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2600.11I considered it a narrative of facts, and discovered in it a vein of interest deeper than what I found in fairy tales: for as to the elves, having sought them in vain among foxglove leaves and bells, under mushrooms and beneath the ground-ivy mantling old wall-nooks, I had at length made up my mind to the sad truth, that they were all gone out of England to some savage country where the woods were wilder and thicker, and the population more scant; whereas, Lilliput and Brobdignag being, in my creed, solid parts of the earth's surface, I doubted not that I might one day, by taking a long voyage, see with my own eyes the little fields, houses, and trees, the diminutive people, the tiny cows, sheep, and birds of the one realm; and the corn-fields forest-high, the mighty mastiffs, the monster cats, the tower-like men and women, of the other.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18040.45I was now on a level with the crow colony, and could see into their nests.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63710.37I 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_65710.31Birds began singing in brake and copse: birds were faithful to their mates; birds were emblems of love.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2570.31I could not eat the tart; and the plumage of the bird, the tints of the flowers, seemed strangely faded: I put both plate and tart away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64770.29Of yourself you could come with soft flight and nestle against my heart, if you would: seized against your will, you will elude the grasp like an essence -- you will vanish ere I inhale your fragrance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65670.29As yet my flight, I was sure, was undiscovered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48300.29But 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_78070.28I saw even that to be thus frankly addressed on a subject he had deemed unapproachable -- to hear it thus freely handled -- was beginning to be felt by him as a new pleasure -- an unhoped-for relief.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48200.27No 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_48230.25While 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_96330.25"And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75320.25The birds were singing their last strains - "The air was mild, the dew was balm."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66450.25I saw a lizard run over the crag; I saw a bee busy among the sweet bilberries.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25170.25She stood there, by that beech-trunk -- a hag like one of those who appeared to Macbeth on the heath of Forres.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16380.23Externals have a great effect on the young: I thought that a fairer era of life was beginning for me, one that was to have its flowers and pleasures, as well as its thorns and toils.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33780.21She was very showy, but she was not genuine: she had a fine person, many brilliant attainments; but her mind was poor, her heart barren by nature: nothing bloomed spontaneously on that soil; no unforced natural fruit delighted by its freshness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5380.20In my hand I held the tract containing the sudden death of the Liar, to which narrative my attention had been pointed as to an appropriate warning.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49520.15"Jane, be still; don't struggle so, like a wild frantic bird that is rending its own plumage in its desperation."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9180.15"No!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14980.15"Very.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66460.14I would fain at the moment have become bee or lizard, that I might have found fitting nutriment, permanent shelter here.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39240.66He 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_26170.59Ere 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_39400.58This 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_13000.57Having 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_92410.57He groped his way back to the house, and, re-entering it, closed the door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5430.57I 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_38580.57A chamber-door opened: some one ran, or rushed, along the gallery.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12800.57After she had seen him mount his horse and depart, she was about to close the door, but I ran up to her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16500.56The hall-door, which was half of glass, stood open; I stepped over the threshold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26750.55He 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_65500.52I opened the door, passed out, shut it softly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63520.52I was in my room; the door was ajar: I could both listen and watch.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38800.51And 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_29980.48Then 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_68900.48The woman rose: she opened a door, through which I dimly saw a passage: soon I heard her stir a fire in an inner room; she presently came back.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90390.48No need to listen for doors opening -- to fancy steps on the pavement or the gravel-walk!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11550.45We went; following the superintendent's guidance, we had to thread some intricate passages, and mount a staircase before we reached her apartment; it contained a good fire, and looked cheerful.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65020.44I had already gained the door; but, reader, I walked back -- walked back as determinedly as I had retreated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26250.44Something creaked: it was a door ajar; and that door was Mr. Rochester's, and the smoke rushed in a cloud from thence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89500.43I heard the front-door open, and St. John pass out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59660.43I heard him go as I stood at the half-open door of my own room, to which I had now withdrawn.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16300.43First 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_59010.43We 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_67370.42I reached the house, and knocked at the kitchen-door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6660.42cried I, as we passed through the hall and went out at the front door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58920.42At the front door of the hall we found the carriage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18090.41I 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_6940.41Rain, 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_16310.41The 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_38490.40It came out of the third storey; for it passed overhead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28290.40A tread creaked on the stairs at last.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27730.40"You did not think of opening your door and looking out into the gallery?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26770.40I listened for some noise, but heard nothing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16290.40She took her candle, and I followed her from the room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89380.40He stopped at my door: I feared he would knock -- no, but a slip of paper was passed under the door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83200.40The vehicle had stopped at the wicket; the driver opened the door: first one well-known form, then another, stepped out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35270.40The minutes passed very slowly: fifteen were counted before the library-door again opened.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1790.40Steps came running along the outer passage; the key turned, Bessie and Abbot entered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30080.38I 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_13020.38Coming near, I found the door slightly ajar; probably to admit some fresh air into the close abode of sickness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89070.38for 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_8540.38But at that moment the summons sounded for dinner; all re-entered the house.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41050.38"I do my best; and have done it, and will do it," was the answer: he shut up the chaise door, and the vehicle drove away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25190.38she said, lifting her finger; and then she wrote in the air a memento, which ran in lurid hieroglyphics all along the house-front, between the upper and lower row of windows, 'Like it if you can!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26860.37At the end of a few minutes he inquired in rather a peculiar tone - "I forget whether you said you saw anything when you opened your chamber door."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26040.37Just 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_35220.36was her mama's cry; but she swept past her in stately silence, passed through the door which Colonel Dent held open, and we heard her enter the library.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92610.35Mary opened the door for me, and shut it behind me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68230.35I should but knock at the door to have it shut in my face."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68210.35"It may be a candle in a house," I then conjectured; "but if so, I can never reach it.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65790.30As to my own will or conscience, impassioned grief had trampled one and stifled the other.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54560.23He was kept, to be sure, rather cross and crusty; but on the whole I could see he was excellently entertained, and that a lamb-like submission and turtle-dove sensibility, while fostering his despotism more, would have pleased his judgment, satisfied his common-sense, and even suited his taste less.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85860.22The veil fell from his hardness and despotism.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6870.16At last the guard returned; once more I was stowed away in the coach, my protector mounted his own seat, sounded his hollow horn, and away we rattled over the "stony street" of L-.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74710.14"What then?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34380.53"It appears I come at an inopportune time, madam," said he, "when my friend, Mr. Rochester, is from home; but I arrive from a very long journey, and I think I may presume so far on old and intimate acquaintance as to instal myself here till he returns."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74960.52The next day I left Marsh End for Morton.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72750.52"I left Lowood nearly a year since to become a private governess.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43160.52"Well, you must have some money; you can't travel without money, and I daresay you have not much: I have given you no salary yet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46890.48CHAPTER XXII Mr. Rochester had given me but one week's leave of absence: yet a month elapsed before I quitted Gateshead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2640.48Meantime she sang: her song was - "In the days when we went gipsying, A long time ago."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72770.47This place I was obliged to leave four days before I came here.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48960.44"It is a long way to Ireland, Janet, and I am sorry to send my little friend on such weary travels: but if I can't do better, how is it to be helped?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13920.44My vacations had all been spent at school: Mrs. Reed had never sent for me to Gateshead; neither she nor any of her family had ever been to visit me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10170.44I have not yet alluded to the visits of Mr. Brocklehurst; and indeed that gentleman was from home during the greater part of the first month after my arrival; perhaps prolonging his stay with his friend the archdeacon: his absence was a relief to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_450.43He ought now to have been at school; but his mama had taken him home for a month or two, "on account of his delicate health."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79860.43Mrs. Reed kept the orphan ten years: whether it was happy or not with her, I cannot say, never having been told; but at the end of that time she transferred it to a place you know -- being no other than Lowood School, where you so long resided yourself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94380.42Now I'll leave you: I have been travelling these last three days, and I believe I am tired.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9200.42I was sent to Lowood to get an education; and it would be of no use going away until I have attained that object."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58390.42"She was living three months ago," returned the lawyer.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43120.42"Yes, sir, he has lived ten years in the family."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10280.42You may tell Miss Smith that I forgot to make a memorandum of the darning needles, but she shall have some papers sent in next week; and she is not, on any account, to give out more than one at a time to each pupil: if they have more, they are apt to be careless and lose them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74270.40"You will not stay at Morton long: no, no!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71450.40"Have you lived with the family long?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47380.40be with him while you may: but a few more days or weeks, at most, and you are parted from him for ever!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26780.40A very long time elapsed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13240.40"Yes; to my long home -- my last home."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71760.40They had lived very little at home for a long while, and were only come now to stay a few weeks on account of their father's death; but they did so like Marsh End and Morton, and all these moors and hills about.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62740.36I thank Providence, who watched over you, that she then spent her fury on your wedding apparel, which perhaps brought back vague reminiscences of her own bridal days: but on what might have happened, I cannot endure to reflect.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94130.36Yes: for her restoration I longed, far more than for that of my lost sight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79630.36"He means to give the whole school a treat at Christmas."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47200.36I was going back to Thornfield: but how long was I to stay there?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45320.36More than ten days elapsed before I had again any conversation with her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42690.36"If you please, sir, I want leave of absence for a week or two."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39090.36Meantime the moon declined: she was about to set.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14910.36"I live at the lodge: the old porter has left."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89180.35The hills beyond Marsh Glen sent the answer faintly back -- "Where are you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55940.35"I was: I know that; and you hinted a while ago at something which had happened in my absence:- nothing, probably, of consequence; but, in short, it has disturbed you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1180.35They will have a great deal of money, and you will have none: it is your place to be humble, and to try to make yourself agreeable to them."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67330.34I remembered that strangers who arrive at a place where they have no friends, and who want employment, sometimes apply to the clergyman for introduction and aid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12990.32I dreaded being discovered and sent back; for I MUST see Helen, -- I must embrace her before she died, -- I must give her one last kiss, exchange with her one last word.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73970.32I shall leave the place probably in the course of a twelve-month; but while I do stay, I will exert myself to the utmost for its improvement.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69260.32"I'll give you a piece of bread," she said, after a pause; "but we can't take in a vagrant to lodge.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54690.32There was no putting off the day that advanced -- the bridal day; and all preparations for its arrival were complete.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97510.32A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson and clerk, were alone present.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95530.32"How long did you reside with him and his sisters after the cousinship was discovered?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64950.32"Withdraw, then, -- I consent; but remember, you leave me here in anguish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53840.32I'll furnish my own wardrobe out of that money, and you shall give me nothing but -- " "Well, but what?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52210.32Did she think, Janet, you had given the world for love, and considered it well lost?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47920.32I am strangely glad to get back again to you: and wherever you are is my home -- my only home."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47480.32I will go back as soon as I can stir: I need not make an absolute fool of myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43280.32Better not give you all now: you would, perhaps, stay away three months if you had fifty pounds.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42400.32He came down to Gateshead about three weeks ago and wanted missis to give up all to him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3380.32"If I had anywhere else to go, I should be glad to leave it; but I can never get away from Gateshead till I am a woman."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18600.32There were days when she was quite silent; but there were others when I could not account for the sounds she made.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40590.38Here, Carter, help him on with his waist-coat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66270.37It plained of its gaping wounds, its inward bleeding, its riven chords.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35900.35The 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_40060.31"Now, Carter, be on the alert," he said to this last: "I give you but half-an-hour for dressing the wound, fastening the bandages, getting the patient downstairs and all."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40190.28"I can do that conscientiously," said Carter, who had now undone the bandages; "only I wish I could have got here sooner: he would not have bled so much -- but how is this?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55980.25-- your sensitive self-respect has been wounded?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40400.25I must look to this other wound in the arm: she has had her teeth here too, I think."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40210.25This wound was not done with a knife: there have been teeth here!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25730.25The confidence he had thought fit to repose in me seemed a tribute to my discretion: I regarded and accepted it as such.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18960.22and a clattering tumble, arrested my attention.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94490.14Is she up?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23200.38"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_62070.34Her relatives encouraged me; competitors piqued me; she allured me: a marriage was achieved almost before I knew where I was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14580.31Not that my fancy was much captivated by the idea of long chimneys and clouds of smoke -- "but," I argued, "Thornfield will, probably, be a good way from the town."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93540.31I had indeed made my proposal from the idea that he wished and would ask me to be his wife: an expectation, not the less certain because unexpressed, had buoyed me up, that he would claim me at once as his own.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51530.26"I might as well 'gild refined gold.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52720.23I 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_470.23Miles, the master, affirmed that he would do very well if he had fewer cakes and sweetmeats sent him from home; but the mother's heart turned from an opinion so harsh, and inclined rather to the more refined idea that John's sallowness was owing to over-application and, perhaps, to pining after home.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16320.22A very chill and vault-like air pervaded the stairs and gallery, suggesting cheerless ideas of space and solitude; and I was glad, when finally ushered into my chamber, to find it of small dimensions, and furnished in ordinary, modern style.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72660.21This benefit conferred gives you an unlimited claim on my gratitude, and a claim, to a certain extent, on my confidence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23520.21"I don't think, sir, you have a right to command me, merely because you are older than I, or because you have seen more of the world than I have; your claim to superiority depends on the use you have made of your time and experience."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33880.21But 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_74470.20In this brief hour I had learnt more of him than in the whole previous month: yet still he puzzled me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70550.20"She has a peculiar face; fleshless and haggard as it is, I rather like it; and when in good health and animated, I can fancy her physiognomy would be agreeable."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78650.20I could never rest in communication with strong, discreet, and refined minds, whether male or female, till I had passed the outworks of conventional reserve, and crossed the threshold of confidence, and won a place by their heart's very hearthstone.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2930.19I thought so too; and my self-esteem being wounded by the false charge, I answered promptly, "I never cried for such a thing in my life: I hate going out in the carriage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77010.18I learnt so much from himself in an inroad I once, despite his reserve, had the daring to make on his confidence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67290.18I drew near houses; I left them, and came back again, and again I wandered away: always repelled by the consciousness of having no claim to ask -- no right to expect interest in my isolated lot.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84690.17It was as if I had heard a summons from Heaven -- as if a visionary messenger, like him of Macedonia, had enounced, "Come over and help us!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25500.17Now it had been her custom to launch out into fervent admiration of what she called my 'beaute male:' wherein she differed diametrically from you, who told me point-blank, at the second interview, that you did not think me handsome.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81910.15Sisters?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79460.15"No, no!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66920.15Where?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54400.15What did he mean by such a pagan idea?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38470.37Indeed, whatever being uttered that fearful shriek could not soon repeat it: not the widest-winged condor on the Andes could, twice in succession, send out such a yell from the cloud shrouding his eyrie.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9720.37"It is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86700.25No ruth met my ruth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5100.20Now, uttered before a stranger, the accusation cut me to the heart; I dimly perceived that she was already obliterating hope from the new phase of existence which she destined me to enter; I felt, though I could not have expressed the feeling, that she was sowing aversion and unkindness along my future path; I saw myself transformed under Mr. Brocklehurst's eye into an artful, noxious child, and what could I do to remedy the injury?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73910.47He 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_65570.44The 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_71900.42Mary's countenance was equally intelligent -- her features equally pretty; but her expression was more reserved, and her manners, though gentle, more distant.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69120.39More desolate, more desperate than ever, it seemed from contrast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49950.39"Because I want to read your countenance -- turn!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55830.37I looked up at him to read the signs of bliss in his face: it was ardent and flushed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36930.37"Your fortune is yet doubtful: when I examined your face, one trait contradicted another.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2980.35I was standing before him; he fixed his eyes on me very steadily: his eyes were small and grey; not very bright, but I dare say I should think them shrewd now: he had a hard-featured yet good-natured looking face.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79030.35He took it up with a snatch; he looked at the edge; then shot a glance at me, inexpressibly peculiar, and quite incomprehensible: a glance that seemed to take and make note of every point in my shape, face, and dress; for it traversed all, quick, keen as lightning.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51440.35What does that inexplicable, that uncanny turn of countenance mean?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61090.32He looked at me long and hard: I turned my eyes from him, fixed them on the fire, and tried to assume and maintain a quiet, collected aspect.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8680.31Her eyes are fixed on the floor, but I am sure they do not see it -- her sight seems turned in, gone down into her heart: she is looking at what she can remember, I believe; not at what is really present.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78000.31He now furtively raised his eyes: he glanced at me, irresolute, disturbed: he again surveyed the picture.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23930.31When fate wronged me, I had not the wisdom to remain cool: I turned desperate; then I degenerated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35760.31she said, in a voice as decided as her glance, as harsh as her features.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25680.30I sought in her countenance and features a likeness to Mr. Rochester, but found none: no trait, no turn of expression announced relationship.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72180.27Quiescent 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_73780.26I 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_78200.26"Don't imagine such hard things.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75760.26He turned at last, with measured deliberation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69770.26I think this is a peculiar case -- I must at least examine into it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49990.25His face was very much agitated and very much flushed, and there were strong workings in the features, and strange gleams in the eyes "Oh, Jane, you torture me!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35310.25All 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_56790.24At that moment I saw the reflection of the visage and features quite distinctly in the dark oblong glass."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45050.24I hated it the first time I set my eyes on it -- a sickly, whining, pining thing!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43430.24he exclaimed, with a twang of voice and a distortion of features equally fantastic and ludicrous.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80620.23"Perhaps you have read the figures wrong -- it may be two thousand!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78620.23Again the surprised expression crossed his face.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72230.23I did not refuse it, for my appetite was awakened and keen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70990.23She bustled about, examining me every now and then with the corner of her eye.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70060.23"A little more, St. John -- look at the avidity in her eyes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61040.23I don't know what sphynx-like expression is forming in your countenance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56810.23"Fearful and ghastly to me -- oh, sir, I never saw a face like it!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5440.23SPEAK I must: I had been trodden on severely, and MUST turn: but how?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11160.23I remember it now, and I know that it was the effluence of fine intellect, of true courage; it lit up her marked lineaments, her thin face, her sunken grey eye, like a reflection from the aspect of an angel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31510.22I saw Mr. Rochester smile:- his stern features softened; his eye grew both brilliant and gentle, its ray both searching and sweet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96990.22I did wrong: I would have sullied my innocent flower -- breathed guilt on its purity: the Omnipotent snatched it from me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64720.22Consider that eye: consider the resolute, wild, free thing looking out of it, defying me, with more than courage -- with a stern triumph.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52500.22She surveyed my whole person: in her eyes I read that they had there found no charm powerful enough to solve the enigma.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4060.22When 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_92230.21But in his countenance I saw a change: that looked desperate and brooding -- that reminded me of some wronged and fettered wild beast or bird, dangerous to approach in his sullen woe.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62890.21You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now and then a restless movement, as if answers in speech did not flow fast enough for you, and you wanted to read the tablet of one's heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35450.21I watched her for nearly half-an-hour: during all that time she never turned a page, and her face grew momently darker, more dissatisfied, and more sourly expressive of disappointment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76180.21"HE is not stern and distant to his friends; and if he could speak, he would not be silent."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70260.21She had, I thought, a remarkable countenance, instinct both with power and goodness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68700.21The line is worth a hundred pages of fustian.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44680.20The well-known face was there: stern, relentless as ever -- there was that peculiar eye which nothing could melt, and the somewhat raised, imperious, despotic eyebrow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34410.20His features were regular, but too relaxed: his eye was large and well cut, but the life looking out of it was a tame, vacant life -- at least so I thought.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7610.20I was still looking at them, and also at intervals examining the teachers -- none of whom precisely pleased me; for the stout one was a little coarse, the dark one not a little fierce, the foreigner harsh and grotesque, and Miss Miller, poor thing!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93600.19My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65550.41No reflection was to be allowed now: not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66160.37The dew fell, but with propitious softness; no breeze whispered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10780.33To 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_14240.32This 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_87060.31The avalanche had shaken and slid a little forward, but it did not yet crash down.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82930.30This silence damped me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55100.30Had an accident happened?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19570.30Having once caught the bridle, he mastered it directly and sprang to his saddle; grimacing grimly as he made the effort, for it wrenched his sprain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_640.28I 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_7990.28In turning a leaf she happened to look up, and I said to her directly - "Is your book interesting?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74930.28He 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_58730.28Some have whispered to you that she is my bastard half-sister: some, my cast-off mistress.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87010.26How much of the fall of the avalanche is in their anger?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20570.26"Oh, don't fall back on over-modesty!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13610.26I was asleep, and Helen was -- dead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70800.25Only my damp and bemired apparel; in which I had slept on the ground and fallen in the marsh.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52340.25Sometimes I half fall asleep when I am sitting alone and fancy things that have never happened.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12940.25It 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_90260.25A 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_1620.25My habitual mood of humiliation, self-doubt, forlorn depression, fell damp on the embers of my decaying ire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97650.24In passing the door of that sanctum some time after, I caught the words - "She'll happen do better for him nor ony o't' grand ladies."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68310.23Here I fell twice; but as often I rose and rallied my faculties.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10840.23"Let the child who broke her slate come forward!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69600.22A form was near -- what form, the pitch-dark night and my enfeebled vision prevented me from distinguishing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64960.20Go up to your own room; think over all I have said, and, Jane, cast a glance on my sufferings -- think of me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42900.20Mr. Reed is dead, and his wife cast me off."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38590.20Another step stamped on the flooring above and something fell; and there was silence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37530.18If, 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_23730.18But 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_43000.17I would never think of running a hundred miles to see an old lady who will, perhaps, be dead before you reach her: besides, you say she cast you off."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10690.17These words fell like the knell of doom - "All those top-knots must be cut off."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_970.15"Master!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91430.15"Dead?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90910.15"At dead of night!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81210.15He bowed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79210.15"Has anything happened?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76300.15But I declare it is.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74630.15"Dead?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67670.15Let me condense now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67450.15"Not so far -- happen three mile.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66750.15How could she serve me?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64070.15Another long silence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56430.15is there more?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55000.15I said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51260.15"What do you anticipate of me?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51130.15Don't flatter me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45820.15"Of course not.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38890.15he cried.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3620.15who knows what may happen?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36180.15"I believe you," said I.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71040.47"The want of house or brass (by which I suppose you mean money) does not make a beggar in your sense of the word."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89710.38It was easy to make my further arrangements; for I was troubled with no inquiries -- no surmises.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45940.38Have you no sense to devise a system which will make you independent of all efforts, and all wills, but your own?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49980.35Read on: only make haste, for I suffer."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3050.32"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_69560.32These 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_5910.32I could make no sense of the subject; my own thoughts swam always between me and the page I had usually found fascinating.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88160.31He has told me I am formed for labour -- not for love: which is true, no doubt.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51400.31"I never met your likeness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46590.31Oh, make haste!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56140.30"No, no, sir; besides the delicacy and richness of the fabric, I found nothing save Fairfax Rochester's pride; and that did not scare me, because I am used to the sight of the demon.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9600.28"Yes, in a passive way: I make no effort; I follow as inclination guides me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87190.28"It is useless to attempt to conciliate you: I see I have made an eternal enemy of you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13330.28I had not qualities or talents to make my way very well in the world: I should have been continually at fault."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89680.27They 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_92390.27John withdrew without having observed me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86900.27I would not so soon relinquish the attempt to reconquer it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81590.27and what sort of an effect will the bequest have on you?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69680.27There has been a beggar-woman -- I declare she is not gone yet!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58960.27cried the master; "away with your congratulations!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47760.27"Yes; I suppose you found that out by second-sight."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43390.27There's sense in the suggestion; not a doubt of it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33930.27"Surely she cannot truly like him, or not like him with true affection!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3090.27"The fall did not make you ill; what did, then?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29130.27I will endure only sense and resolution.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22480.27It was evident, indeed, that she wished me to drop the subject, which I did accordingly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17760.27his character is unimpeachable, I suppose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86730.26The night before he left home, happening to see him walking in the garden about sunset, and remembering, as I looked at him, that this man, alienated as he now was, had once saved my life, and that we were near relations, I was moved to make a last attempt to regain his friendship.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89920.26"Ask information of the people at the inn; they can give you all you seek: they can solve your doubts at once.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40350.26Yes, it makes me impatient to hear you: but, however, you have suffered, and are likely to suffer enough for not taking my advice; so I'll say no more.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87550.25"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_20580.25I have examined Adele, and find you have taken great pains with her: she is not bright, she has no talents; yet in a short time she has made much improvement."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48410.25I was sheepishly retreating also; but Mr. Rochester followed me, and when we reached the wicket, he said - "Turn back: on so lovely a night it is a shame to sit in the house; and surely no one can wish to go to bed while sunset is thus at meeting with moonrise."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18430.25She made reasonable progress, entertained for me a vivacious, though perhaps not very profound, affection; and by her simplicity, gay prattle, and efforts to please, inspired me, in return, with a degree of attachment sufficient to make us both content in each other's society.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60730.24You intend to make yourself a complete stranger to me: to live under this roof only as Adele's governess; if ever I say a friendly word to you, if ever a friendly feeling inclines you again to me, you will say, -- 'That man had nearly made me his mistress: I must be ice and rock to him;' and ice and rock you will accordingly become."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86230.24I repeat it: there is no other way; and undoubtedly enough of love would follow upon marriage to render the union right even in your eyes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67730.24I imagine he did not think I was a beggar, but only an eccentric sort of lady, who had taken a fancy to his brown loaf.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52730.24Last night I cannot tell you what I suffered when I sought all over the house, and could find you nowhere, nor the master either; and then, at twelve o'clock, saw you come in with him."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43450.24"And old Madam Reed, or the Misses, her daughters, will be solicited by you to seek a place, I suppose?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42070.24and so are sympathies; and so are signs; and the three combined make one mystery to which humanity has not yet found the key.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93640.23I suppose I should now entertain none but fatherly feelings for you: do you think so?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86690.23Especially I felt this when I made any attempt to propitiate him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78560.23"You speak coolly enough; but you suffer in the conflict.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75950.23"Did you find your scholars as attentive as you expected?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55020.23He may be coming now, and to meet him will save some minutes of suspense."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51280.23I suppose your love will effervesce in six months, or less.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30830.23She had evidently been a handsome woman, and was well preserved still.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2990.23Having considered me at leisure, he said - "What made you ill yesterday?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28830.23More unequal matches are made every day."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14140.23They apply to friends, I suppose: I have no friends.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91840.39"At Ferndean, a manor-house on a farm he has, about thirty miles off: quite a desolate spot."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43090.38You don't travel a hundred miles alone."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31180.30If he liked the majestic, she was the very type of majesty: then she was accomplished, sprightly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6750.29"Fifty miles."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42770.29That is a hundred miles off!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6830.29I remember but little of the journey; I only know that the day seemed to me of a preternatural length, and that we appeared to travel over hundreds of miles of road.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55120.26I interpreted it as a warning of disaster.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11330.25Why, there are only eighty people who have heard you called so, and the world contains hundreds of millions."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27830.25"It will be wise so to do," was her answer: "this neighbourhood is as quiet as any I know, and I never heard of the hall being attempted by robbers since it was a house; though there are hundreds of pounds' worth of plate in the plate-closet, as is well known.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64590.23If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49000.15And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80520.15Perhaps now you will ask how much you are worth?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77760.15Like whom?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72490.15No."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60040.15"Let another help me!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12410.14And 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_37490.60In 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_23280.52Instead of speaking, I smiled; and not a very complacent or submissive smile either.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70300.52Do with me and for me as you like; but excuse me from much discourse -- my breath is short -- I feel a spasm when I speak."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28070.43I well remembered all; language, glance, and tone seemed at the moment vividly renewed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81160.42"Do let me speak," I said; "let me have one moment to draw breath and reflect."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23330.38Accordingly 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_88750.38The inquiry was put in gentle tones: he drew me to him as gently.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76240.38He responded neither by word nor movement to the gentle advances made him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5760.38"Jane, you don't understand these things: children must be corrected for their faults."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43190.35I drew out my purse; a meagre thing it was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61100.35"Now for the hitch in Jane's character," he said at last, speaking more calmly than from his look I had expected him to speak.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38360.35He spoke cheerfully: the gay tones set my heart at ease.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83010.34St. John was a good man; but I began to feel he had spoken truth of himself when he said he was hard and cold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16970.32When she first came here she could speak no English; now she can make shift to talk it a little: I don't understand her, she mixes it so with French; but you will make out her meaning very well, I dare say."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70930.32Hannah had been cold and stiff, indeed, at the first: latterly she had begun to relent a little; and when she saw me come in tidy and well-dressed, she even smiled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64420.32"You make me a liar by such language: you sully my honour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25760.32I, indeed, talked comparatively little, but I heard him talk with relish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24530.32"In that sense I do feel apprehensive -- I have no wish to talk nonsense."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19550.32"Excuse me," he continued: "necessity compels me to make you useful."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10820.32And before I could draw breath, "I must not forget I have a word to say respecting her."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64410.31You will forget me before I forget you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51430.31Why do you smile, Jane?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23290.31"Speak," he urged.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61710.30"Jane, I am not a gentle-tempered man -- you forget that: I am not long-enduring; I am not cool and dispassionate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44890.30"Well, you may tell them I wish you to stay till I can talk some things over with you I have on my mind: to-night it is too late, and I have a difficulty in recalling them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86860.29This, spoken in a cool, tranquil tone, was mortifying and baffling enough.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51510.29But if you look up and smile with that countenance, I shall swear concession before I know to what, and that will make a fool of me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43050.29"At all events you WILL come back: you will not be induced under any pretext to take up a permanent residence with her?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31940.29"My dearest, don't mention governesses; the word makes me nervous.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31100.29She entered into a discourse on botany with the gentle Mrs. Dent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24260.29"To speak truth, sir, I don't understand you at all: I cannot keep up the conversation, because it has got out of my depth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97740.27You have not quite forgotten little Adele, have you, reader?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97170.27"Did you speak these words aloud?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96370.27"You speak of friends, Jane?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84950.27Nothing speaks or stirs in me while you talk.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83250.27At this moment he advanced from the parlour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73770.27He again paused: there seemed a reluctance to continue.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72160.27This is a gentle delineation, is it not, reader?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69890.27I still possessed my senses, though just now I could not speak.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63230.27You talk of it as a mere matter of course."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54710.27), -- or rather, not I, but one Jane Rochester, a person whom as yet I knew not.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40450.27"Impossible to forget this night!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23270.27It would please me now to draw you out -- to learn more of you -- therefore speak."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15990.27"Now, then, draw nearer to the fire," she continued.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95860.26"I beg your pardon, it is the literal truth: he asked me more than once, and was as stiff about urging his point as ever you could be."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9550.26Helen 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_87200.26A fresh wrong did these words inflict: the worse, because they touched on the truth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77670.26I 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_57180.26He drew his breath short, and strained me so close to him, I could scarcely pant.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49630.26Some time passed before he spoke; he at last said - "Come to my side, Jane, and let us explain and understand one another."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7260.51A great tumult succeeded for some minutes, during which Miss Miller repeatedly exclaimed, "Silence!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5290.47I shall send Miss Temple notice that she is to expect a new girl, so that there will he no difficulty about receiving her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10560.46"It is Julia Severn," replied Miss Temple, very quietly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76710.44These 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_8390.44"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_8600.41The only marked event of the afternoon was, that I saw the girl with whom I had conversed in the verandah dismissed in disgrace by Miss Scatcherd from a history class, and sent to stand in the middle of the large schoolroom.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9570.41"And when Miss Temple teaches you, do your thoughts wander then?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9390.41"Is Miss Temple as severe to you as Miss Scatcherd?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8880.40I kept expecting that Miss Scatcherd would praise her attention; but, instead of that, she suddenly cried out - "You dirty, disagreeable girl!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16980.40Fortunately 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_7720.39The superintendent of Lowood (for such was this lady) having taken her seat before a pair of globes placed on one of the tables, summoned the first class round her, and commenced giving a lesson on geography; the lower classes were called by the teachers: repetitions in history, grammar, &c., went on for an hour; writing and arithmetic succeeded, and music lessons were given by Miss Temple to some of the elder girls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8830.39It 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_10640.39Miss Temple, that girl's hair must be cut off entirely; I will send a barber to-morrow: and I see others who have far too much of the excrescence -- that tall girl, tell her to turn round.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7180.39The meal over, prayers were read by Miss Miller, and the classes filed off, two and two, upstairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9360.39"Then learn from me, not to judge by appearances: I am, as Miss Scatcherd said, slatternly; I seldom put, and never keep, things, in order; I am careless; I forget rules; I read when I should learn my lessons; I have no method; and sometimes I say, like you, I cannot BEAR to be subjected to systematic arrangements.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9210.34"But that teacher, Miss Scatcherd, is so cruel to you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75060.34But three of the number can read: none write or cipher.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8440.34"Miss Scatcherd is hasty -- you must take care not to offend her; Madame Pierrot is not a bad sort of person."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7530.32Miss Miller was now the only teacher in the room: a group of great girls standing about her spoke with serious and sullen gestures.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10930.31"Ladies," said he, turning to his family, "Miss Temple, teachers, and children, you all see this girl?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7310.30Miss Miller assumed the fourth vacant chair, which was that nearest the door, and around which the smallest of the children were assembled: to this inferior class I was called, and placed at the bottom of it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10200.30A long stride measured the schoolroom, and presently beside Miss Temple, who herself had risen, stood the same black column which had frowned on me so ominously from the hearthrug of Gateshead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8450.30"But Miss Temple is the best -- isn't she?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8280.30"To Miss Temple?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37410.30"But well carried out, eh?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10800.30"A careless girl!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9450.30I observed you in your class this morning, and saw you were closely attentive: your thoughts never seemed to wander while Miss Miller explained the lesson and questioned you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9930.30She was not allowed much time for meditation: a monitor, a great rough girl, presently came up, exclaiming in a strong Cumberland accent - "Helen Burns, if you don't go and put your drawer in order, and fold up your work this minute, I'll tell Miss Scatcherd to come and look at it!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8820.30At that hour most of the others were sewing likewise; but one class still stood round Miss Scatcherd's chair reading, and as all was quiet, the subject of their lessons could be heard, together with the manner in which each girl acquitted herself, and the animadversions or commendations of Miss Scatcherd on the performance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10530.29Suddenly his eye gave a blink, as if it had met something that either dazzled or shocked its pupil; turning, he said in more rapid accents than he had hitherto used - "Miss Temple, Miss Temple, what -- WHAT is that girl with curled hair?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11250.28Already I had made visible progress: that very morning I had reached the head of my class; Miss Miller had praised me warmly; Miss Temple had smiled approbation; she had promised to teach me drawing, and to let me learn French, if I continued to make similar improvement two months longer: and then I was well received by my fellow-pupils; treated as an equal by those of my own age, and not molested by any; now, here I lay again crushed and trodden on; and could I ever rise more?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7670.28Miss Miller approaching, seemed to ask her a question, and having received her answer, went back to her place, and said aloud - "Monitor of the first class, fetch the globes!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12220.28About a week subsequently to the incidents above narrated, Miss Temple, who had written to Mr. Lloyd, received his answer: it appeared that what he said went to corroborate my account.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74100.28Knitting, sewing, reading, writing, ciphering, will be all you will have to teach.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10760.26They now proceeded to address divers remarks and reproofs to Miss Smith, who was charged with the care of the linen and the inspection of the dormitories: but I had no time to listen to what they said; other matters called off and enchanted my attention.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9590.26"Well, then, with Miss Temple you are good?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94960.26"'Jeune encore,' as the French say.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77600.26Mediocrity, no: do not let envy prompt you to the thought.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3760.26"Yes, I doat on Miss Georgiana!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2270.26"Do you feel as if you should sleep, Miss?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10700.26Miss Temple seemed to remonstrate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10570.26"Julia Severn, ma'am!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13070.25Miss Temple was not to be seen: I knew afterwards that she had been called to a delirious patient in the fever-room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7290.25A pause of some seconds succeeded, filled up by the low, vague hum of numbers; Miss Miller walked from class to class, hushing this indefinite sound.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7120.24Miss Miller signed to me to sit on a bench near the door, then walking up to the top of the long room she cried out - "Monitors, collect the lesson-books and put them away!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7060.24She inquired how long they had been dead: then how old I was, what was my name, whether I could read, write, and sew a little: then she touched my cheek gently with her forefinger, and saying, "She hoped I should be a good child," dismissed me along with Miss Miller.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8970.23exclaimed Miss Scatcherd; "nothing can correct you of your slatternly habits: carry the rod away."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10600.23"Julia's hair curls naturally," returned Miss Temple, still more quietly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5130.23I will speak to Miss Temple and the teachers."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11930.22of which, however, I, to my dismay (for I was beginning to be hungry) discerned only a very small portion: Miss Temple discerned it too.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86600.35Without 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_87580.34Long since you ought to have crushed it: now you should blush to allude to it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82830.32When 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_10020.30Sundays were dreary days in that wintry season.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45620.28Before we had been out two hours, we were deep in a confidential conversation: she had favoured me with a description of the brilliant winter she had spent in London two seasons ago -- of the admiration she had there excited -- the attention she had received; and I even got hints of the titled conquest she had made.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54590.28It was all right: at present I decidedly preferred these fierce favours to anything more tender.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46040.23"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_55690.23What a bright spot of colour you have on each cheek!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18270.19I really did not expect any Grace to answer; for the laugh was as tragic, as preternatural a laugh as any I ever heard; and, but that it was high noon, and that no circumstance of ghostliness accompanied the curious cachinnation; but that neither scene nor season favoured fear, I should have been superstitiously afraid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8060.19I did so; a brief examination convinced me that the contents were less taking than the title: "Rasselas" looked dull to my trifling taste; I saw nothing about fairies, nothing about genii; no bright variety seemed spread over the closely-printed pages.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76640.19Wholly untaught, with faculties quite torpid, they seemed to me hopelessly dull; and, at first sight, all dull alike: but I soon found I was mistaken.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89020.15-- nothing more.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85230.15Alas!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79850.15-- To proceed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64050.15Rochester.'"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36800.15"Humph!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2920.15why, she is too old for such pettishness."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23530.15"Humph!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74610.39"Our uncle John is dead," said he.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4440.39"What should I see besides Aunt Reed in the apartment?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42820.39There was a Reed of Gateshead, a magistrate."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3930.39"What would Uncle Reed say to you, if he were alive?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79820.35Charity carried the friendless thing to the house of its rich maternal relations; it was reared by an aunt-in-law, called (I come to names now) Mrs. Reed of Gateshead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1670.35I could not remember him; but I knew that he was my own uncle -- my mother's brother -- that he had taken me when a parentless infant to his house; and that in his last moments he had required a promise of Mrs. Reed that she would rear and maintain me as one of her own children.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11690.35My uncle is dead, and he left me to her care."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11680.35"Mrs. Reed, my uncle's wife.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4360.34I would have asked who wanted me: I would have demanded if Mrs. Reed was there; but Bessie was already gone, and had closed the nursery-door upon me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2210.32Turning from Bessie (though her presence was far less obnoxious to me than that of Abbot, for instance, would have been), I scrutinised the face of the gentleman: I knew him; it was Mr. Lloyd, an apothecary, sometimes called in by Mrs. Reed when the servants were ailing: for herself and the children she employed a physician.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3450.31I asked Aunt Reed once, and she said possibly I might have some poor, low relations called Eyre, but she knew nothing about them."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3700.31In the interview which followed between him and Mrs. Reed, I presume, from after-occurrences, that the apothecary ventured to recommend my being sent to school; and the recommendation was no doubt readily enough adopted; for as Abbot said, in discussing the subject with Bessie when both sat sewing in the nursery one night, after I was in bed, and, as they thought, asleep, "Missis was, she dared say, glad enough to get rid of such a tiresome, ill- conditioned child, who always looked as if she were watching everybody, and scheming plots underhand."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46190.30"It is I, Aunt Reed."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44740.30"Yes, Aunt Reed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44470.30"Mrs. Reed?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44010.30How is Mrs. Reed?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3400.30Have you any relations besides Mrs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_820.30Aid was near him: Eliza and Georgiana had run for Mrs. Reed, who was gone upstairs: she now came upon the scene, followed by Bessie and her maid Abbot.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42490.29Bessie is not sure whether she is in her right mind, or means anything by the words; but she told Miss Reed and Miss Georgiana, and advised them to send for you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3990.29"My Uncle Reed is in heaven, and can see all you do and think; and so can papa and mama: they know how you shut me up all day long, and how you wish me dead."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15740.29At Lowood, indeed, I took that resolution, kept it, and succeeded in pleasing; but with Mrs. Reed, I remember my best was always spurned with scorn.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1560.29I was a discord in Gateshead Hall: I was like nobody there; I had nothing in harmony with Mrs. Reed or her children, or her chosen vassalage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2900.28I daresay she is crying because she could not go out with Missis in the carriage," interposed Bessie.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1120.28"I've told Missis often my opinion about the child, and Missis agreed with me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1590.27I know that had I been a sanguine, brilliant, careless, exacting, handsome, romping child -- though equally dependent and friendless -- Mrs. Reed would have endured my presence more complacently; her children would have entertained for me more of the cordiality of fellow-feeling; the servants would have been less prone to make me the scapegoat of the nursery.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5590.26Have mercy, Aunt Reed!'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5540.26"How dare I, Mrs. Reed?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47610.26"I have been with my aunt, sir, who is dead."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42930.26"But Reed left children?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42790.26"Her name is Reed, sir -- Mrs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9770.26"Then I should love Mrs. Reed, which I cannot do; I should bless her son John, which is impossible."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1170.25Miss Abbot joined in - "And you ought not to think yourself on an equality with the Misses Reed and Master Reed, because Missis kindly allows you to be brought up with them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1090.24"Mind you don't," said Bessie; and when she had ascertained that I was really subsiding, she loosened her hold of me; then she and Miss Abbot stood with folded arms, looking darkly and doubtfully on my face, as incredulous of my sanity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5810.24"I will indeed send her to school soon," murmured Mrs. Reed sotto voce; and gathering up her work, she abruptly quitted the apartment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3570.24Again I reflected: I scarcely knew what school was: Bessie sometimes spoke of it as a place where young ladies sat in the stocks, wore backboards, and were expected to be exceedingly genteel and precise: John Reed hated his school, and abused his master; but John Reed's tastes were no rule for mine, and if Bessie's accounts of school-discipline (gathered from the young ladies of a family where she had lived before coming to Gateshead) were somewhat appalling, her details of certain accomplishments attained by these same young ladies were, I thought, equally attractive.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80340.24"Merely to tell you that your uncle, Mr. Eyre of Madeira, is dead; that he has left you all his property, and that you are now rich -- merely that -- nothing more."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5800.24"I am not your dear; I cannot lie down: send me to school soon, Mrs. Reed, for I hate to live here."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44650.24Well did I remember Mrs. Reed's face, and I eagerly sought the familiar image.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42410.24Missis refused: her means have long been much reduced by his extravagance; so he went back again, and the next news was that he was dead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14950.24"You're not grown so very tall, Miss Jane, nor so very stout," continued Mrs. Leaven.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93290.23"And you do not lie dead in some ditch under some stream?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81220.23"My uncle John was your uncle John?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71440.23"The mistress has been dead this mony a year."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71420.23"Dead three weeks sin' of a stroke."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6770.23I wonder Mrs. Reed is not afraid to trust her so far alone."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45240.23exclaimed Mrs. Reed, "there is another thing I wished to say.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43990.23exclaimed Mrs. Leaven, as I entered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44090.22Robert here entered, and Bessie laid her sleeping child in the cradle and went to welcome him: afterwards she insisted on my taking off my bonnet and having some tea; for she said I looked pale and tired.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42450.22Robert Leaven resumed - "Missis had been out of health herself for some time: she had got very stout, but was not strong with it; and the loss of money and fear of poverty were quite breaking her down.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20920.22"Well," resumed Mr. Rochester, "if you disown parents, you must have some sort of kinsfolk: uncles and aunts?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27810.43Indignation 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_97460.34I humbly entreat my Redeemer to give me strength to lead henceforth a purer life than I have done hitherto!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92150.31Yes, 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_18030.29I followed still, up a very narrow staircase to the attics, and thence by a ladder and through a trap-door to the roof of the hall.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73930.28"I believe you will accept the post I offer you," said he, "and hold it for a while: not permanently, though: any more than I could permanently keep the narrow and narrowing -- the tranquil, hidden office of English country incumbent; for in your nature is an alloy as detrimental to repose as that in mine, though of a different kind."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96750.28"Hitherto I have hated to be helped -- to be led: henceforth, I feel I shall hate it no more.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69450.28Here the honest but inflexible servant clapped the door to and bolted it within.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27840.25And you see, for such a large house, there are very few servants, because master has never lived here much; and when he does come, being a bachelor, he needs little waiting on: but I always think it best to err on the safe side; a door is soon fastened, and it is as well to have a drawn bolt between one and any mischief that may be about.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65460.23Drearily I wound my way downstairs: I knew what I had to do, and I did it mechanically.
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_13670.19Inquiry was made into the origin of the scourge, and by degrees various facts came out which excited public indignation in a high degree.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18070.18When I turned from it and repassed the trap-door, I could scarcely see my way down the ladder; the attic seemed black as a vault compared with that arch of blue air to which I had been looking up, and to that sunlit scene of grove, pasture, and green hill, of which the hall was the centre, and over which I had been gazing with delight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97310.18Cooler and fresher at the moment the gale seemed to visit my brow: I could have deemed that in some wild, lone scene, I and Jane were meeting.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81370.15-- I am glad!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7950.15v. 16.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60000.15I cannot do it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58400.15"How do you know?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53640.15"Is she original?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39510.15I obeyed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17610.15said I.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11340.15"But what have I to do with millions?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7370.13I saw a universal manifestation of discontent when the fumes of the repast met the nostrils of those destined to swallow it; from the van of the procession, the tall girls of the first class, rose the whispered words - "Disgusting!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93020.51The muscular hand broke from my custody; my arm was seized, my shoulder -- neck -- waist -- I was entwined and gathered to him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44770.48My fingers had fastened on her hand which lay outside the sheet: had she pressed mine kindly, I should at that moment have experienced true pleasure.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27110.46He held out his hand; I gave him mine: he took it first in one, them in both his own.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90320.44How he suddenly and vehemently clasps in both arms the form he dared not, a moment since, touch with his finger!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64640.42His fury was wrought to the highest: he must yield to it for a moment, whatever followed; he crossed the floor and seized my arm and grasped my waist.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86530.41What a cold, loose touch, he impressed on my fingers!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52120.41I turned my lips to the hand that lay on my shoulder.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93750.39"On this arm, I have neither hand nor nails," he said, drawing the mutilated limb from his breast, and showing it to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53810.39-- of the diamonds, the cashmeres you gave her?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96700.38To be privileged to put my arms round what I value -- to press my lips to what I love -- to repose on what I trust: is that to make a sacrifice?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13500.38And I clasped my arms closer round Helen; she seemed dearer to me than ever; I felt as if I could not let her go; I lay with my face hidden on her neck.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31230.37Mrs. Dent had kindly taken her hand, and given her a kiss.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50740.36I 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_83260.34They both threw their arms round his neck at once.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14820.34In another second I was embracing and kissing her rapturously: "Bessie!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13280.34I did so: she put her arm over me, and I nestled close to her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55550.34He had a rounded, muscular, and vigorous hand, as well as a long, strong arm.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33160.34He looked at me: I happened to be near him, as I had been fastening the clasp of Mrs. Dent's bracelet, which had got loose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92330.34He stretched his right hand (the left arm, the mutilated one, he kept hidden in his bosom); he seemed to wish by touch to gain an idea of what lay around him: he met but vacancy still; for the trees were some yards off where he stood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11510.32Resting my head on Helen's shoulder, I put my arms round her waist; she drew me to her, and we reposed in silence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15960.31"Oh, it is no trouble; I dare say your own hands are almost numbed with cold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51010.31"I will myself put the diamond chain round your neck, and the circlet on your forehead, -- which it will become: for nature, at least, has stamped her patent of nobility on this brow, Jane; and I will clasp the bracelets on these fine wrists, and load these fairy-like fingers with rings."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57490.31I remember Adele clung to me as I left her: I remember I kissed her as I loosened her little hands from my neck; and I cried over her with strange emotion, and quitted her because I feared my sobs would break her still sound repose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54040.30It 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_770.30I really saw in him a tyrant, a murderer.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44710.30And yet I stooped down and kissed her: she looked at me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41900.30What cold fingers!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39370.30I put my fingers into his.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93240.29I pressed my lips to his once brilliant and now rayless eyes -- I swept his hair from his brow, and kissed that too.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51410.29Jane, 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_87710.27Diana was a great deal taller than I: she put her hand on my shoulder, and, stooping, examined my face.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84060.26There are no such things as marble kisses or ice kisses, or I should say my ecclesiastical cousin's salute belonged to one of these classes; but there may be experiment kisses, and his was an experiment kiss.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7010.26she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6470.26I dare say now if I were to ask you for a kiss you wouldn't give it me: you'd say you'd RATHER not."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60600.26You consider my arms filled and my embraces appropriated?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58110.26What a hot and strong grasp he had!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55520.26He held out his hand, laughing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28130.26"I am hot, Adele, with stooping!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87780.26I put her cool hand to my hot forehead; "No, Die, not one whit."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79370.26I 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_78930.26But she could not eradicate nature: nor will it be eradicated 'till this mortal shall put on immortality.'"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66030.26I have no relative but the universal mother, Nature: I will seek her breast and ask repose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6490.26Bessie stooped; we mutually embraced, and I followed her into the house quite comforted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55370.26I could not lay a finger anywhere but I was pricked; and now I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53380.25'Put it,' she said, 'on the fourth finger of my left hand, and I am yours, and you are mine; and we shall leave earth, and make our own heaven yonder.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36120.25I gave her a shilling: she put it into an old stocking-foot which she took out of her pocket, and having tied it round and returned it, she told me to hold out my hand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21800.25Sinking 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_37320.25It was no more the withered limb of eld than my own; it was a rounded supple member, with smooth fingers, symmetrically turned; a broad ring flashed on the little finger, and stooping forward, I looked at it, and saw a gem I had seen a hundred times before.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79450.24He still slowly moved his finger over his upper lip, and still his eye dwelt dreamily on the glowing grate; thinking it urgent to say something, I asked him presently if he felt any cold draught from the door, which was behind him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97990.24One morning at the end of the two years, as I was writing a letter to his dictation, he came and bent over me, and said -- "Jane, have you a glittering ornament round your neck?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79840.50I daresay it is only a rat scrambling along the rafters of the adjoining schoolroom: it was a barn before I had it repaired and altered, and barns are generally haunted by rats.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48870.46"It is, to be sure; and when you get to Bitternutt Lodge, Connaught, Ireland, I shall never see you again, Jane: that's morally certain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29710.39All I had gathered from it amounted to this, -- that there was a mystery at Thornfield; and that from participation in that mystery I was purposely excluded.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95070.29"Truly able."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17340.27lui dit un de ces rats; parlez!'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42010.27"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_540.21"That is for your impudence in answering mama awhile since," said he, "and for your sneaking way of getting behind curtains, and for the look you had in your eyes two minutes since, you rat!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18530.21Millions are condemned to a stiller doom than mine, and millions are in silent revolt against their lot.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48760.20I consider that when a dependent does her duty as well as you have done yours, she has a sort of claim upon her employer for any little assistance he can conveniently render her; indeed I have already, through my future mother-in-law, heard of a place that I think will suit: it is to undertake the education of the five daughters of Mrs. Dionysius O'Gall of Bitternutt Lodge, Connaught, Ireland.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70920.17Prejudices, it is well known, are most difficult to eradicate from the heart whose soil has never been loosened or fertilised by education: they grow there, firm as weeds among stones.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73850.42He resumed - "And since I am myself poor and obscure, I can offer you but a service of poverty and obscurity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49870.42You -- poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are -- I entreat to accept me as a husband."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49380.41Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71620.38You look a raight down dacent little crater."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71600.37Some of the best people that ever lived have been as destitute as I am; and if you are a Christian, you ought not to consider poverty a crime."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66820.34Soon I asked her "if there were any dressmaker or plain-workwoman in the village?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73040.34I am but the incumbent of a poor country parish: my aid must be of the humblest sort.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73820.32I 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_85380.29No: such a martyrdom would be monstrous.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9520.28Still, I like Charles -- I respect him -- I pity him, poor murdered king!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32120.26But poor Madame Joubert!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15370.26"What foreign country was he going to, Bessie?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25590.24I 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_73070.23"I will be a dressmaker; I will be a plain-workwoman; I will be a servant, a nurse-girl, if I can be no better," I answered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3490.23"No; I should not like to belong to poor people," was my reply.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9500.22This 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_41350.21To live, for me, Jane, is to stand on a crater-crust which may crack and spue fire any day."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67500.15Oh, for but a crust!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15650.15"Yes."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65130.46That night I never thought to sleep; but a slumber fell on me as soon as I lay down in bed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39100.42Not liking to sit in the cold and darkness, I thought I would lie down on my bed, dressed as I was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56210.34On sleeping, I continued in dreams the idea of a dark and gusty night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14180.34Feverish 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_18770.32Gathering my mantle about me, and sheltering my hands in my muff, I did not feel the cold, though it froze keenly; as was attested by a sheet of ice covering the causeway, where a little brooklet, now congealed, had overflowed after a rapid thaw some days since.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66300.31Night was come, and her planets were risen: a safe, still night: too serene for the companionship of fear.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57470.31This 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_39000.31And so, by dint of alternate coaxing and commanding, he contrived to get them all once more enclosed in their separate dormitories.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27780.31"Then you are not in the habit of bolting your door every night before you get into bed?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82110.30"Thank you: that contents me for to-night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8750.30A change had taken place in the weather the preceding evening, and a keen north-east wind, whistling through the crevices of our bedroom windows all night long, had made us shiver in our beds, and turned the contents of the ewers to ice.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27580.30"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_76810.28Then I rose up on my curtainless bed, trembling and quivering; and then the still, dark night witnessed the convulsion of despair, and heard the burst of passion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50540.28CHAPTER XXIV As I rose and dressed, I thought over what had happened, and wondered if it were a dream.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20860.28Did I break through one of your rings, that you spread that damned ice on the causeway?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56680.27I had risen up in bed, I bent forward: first surprise, then bewilderment, came over me; and then my blood crept cold through my veins.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13050.27Close by Miss Temple's bed, and half covered with its white curtains, there stood a little crib.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57480.26With little Adele in my arms, I watched the slumber of childhood -- so tranquil, so passionless, so innocent -- and waited for the coming day: all my life was awake and astir in my frame: and as soon as the sun rose I rose too.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91230.26They say she had nearly burnt her husband in his bed once: but I don't know about that.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39040.26I dressed, then, to be ready for emergencies.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26110.26But it was not fated that I should sleep that night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13110.26I whispered softly, "are you awake?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25990.25I wished I had kept my candle burning: the night was drearily dark; my spirits were depressed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16360.25At once weary and content, I slept soon and soundly: when I awoke it was broad day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84480.25"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_53140.25"Fire rises out of the lunar mountains: when she is cold, I'll carry her up to a peak, and lay her down on the edge of a crater."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91240.24However, on this night, she set fire first to the hangings of the room next her own, and then she got down to a lower storey, and made her way to the chamber that had been the governess's -- (she was like as if she knew somehow how matters had gone on, and had a spite at her) -- and she kindled the bed there; but there was nobody sleeping in it, fortunately.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25900.24Though 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_57460.23"And you will not dream of separation and sorrow to-night; but of happy love and blissful union."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39080.23It seemed that sleep and night had resumed their empire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13080.22I advanced; then paused by the crib side: my hand was on the curtain, but I preferred speaking before I withdrew it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62400.20Being unable to sleep in bed, I got up and opened the window.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59020.20"You know this place, Mason," said our guide; "she bit and stabbed you here."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27680.20"I was not dreaming," I said, with some warmth, for her brazen coolness provoked me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26150.20My first impulse was to rise and fasten the bolt; my next, again to cry out, "Who is there?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62690.20She and the surgeon, Carter (who dressed Mason's wounds that night he was stabbed and worried), are the only two I have ever admitted to my confidence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30320.20I looked at Adele, whose head leant against my shoulder; her eyes were waxing heavy, so I took her up in my arms and carried her off to bed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14100.20I sat up in bed by way of arousing this said brain: it was a chilly night; I covered my shoulders with a shawl, and then I proceeded TO THINK again with all my might.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7200.20To-night I was to be Miss Miller's bed-fellow; she helped me to undress: when laid down I glanced at the long rows of beds, each of which was quickly filled with two occupants; in ten minutes the single light was extinguished, and amidst silence and complete darkness I fell asleep.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12960.19It might be two hours later, probably near eleven, when I -- not having been able to fall asleep, and deeming, from the perfect silence of the dormitory, that my companions were all wrapt in profound repose -- rose softly, put on my frock over my night-dress, and, without shoes, crept from the apartment, and set off in quest of Miss Temple's room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7880.19I 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_55300.19Yes, you are dripping like a mermaid; pull my cloak round you: but I think you are feverish, Jane: both your cheek and hand are burning hot.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4120.19I could not sleep unless it was folded in my night-gown; and when it lay there safe and warm, I was comparatively happy, believing it to be happy likewise.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40610.18You can't travel a mile without that, I know, in this damned cold climate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4090.18I then sat with my doll on my knee till the fire got low, glancing round occasionally to make sure that nothing worse than myself haunted the shadowy room; and when the embers sank to a dull red, I undressed hastily, tugging at knots and strings as I best might, and sought shelter from cold and darkness in my crib.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87000.17Reader, do you know, as I do, what terror those cold people can put into the ice of their questions?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70380.16Ere long, with the servant's aid, I contrived to mount a staircase; my dripping clothes were removed; soon a warm, dry bed received me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82640.15I looked at him with surprise.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76790.15Then I awoke.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74160.15"I do."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40680.51You 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_95560.47"Yes; the back parlour was both his study and ours: he sat near the window, and we by the table."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60520.47I obeyed him; then he put the glass on the table, stood before me, and looked at me attentively.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40520.47"Now," said he, "go to the other side of the bed while I order his toilet; but don't leave the room: you may be wanted again."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32400.47cried she, tossing her head with all its curls, as she moved to the piano.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58200.47The speaker came forward and leaned on the rails.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87700.43On re-entering the parlour, I found Diana standing at the window, looking very thoughtful.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30660.43I retired to a window-seat, and taking a book from a table near, endeavoured to read.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22570.43She was gratified: there it stood, a little carton, on the table when we entered the dining-room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19440.43In two minutes he rose from the stile: his face expressed pain when he tried to move.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37020.42She did not stoop towards me, but only gazed, leaning back in her chair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18860.42I was just leaving the stile; yet, as the path was narrow, I sat still to let it go by.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72050.40I examined first, the parlour, and then its occupant.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21460.40I closed the piano and returned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52310.40She put up her spectacles, shut the Bible, and pushed her chair back from the table.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8860.38"Burns, I insist on your holding your head up; I will not have you before me in that attitude," &c. &c. A chapter having been read through twice, the books were closed and the girls examined.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92760.38He put out his hand with a quick gesture, but not seeing where I stood, he did not touch me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72020.38And still holding my hand she made me rise, and led me into the inner room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65450.38My hand moved towards the lock: I caught it back, and glided on.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37780.38Mr. Rochester was standing near me; he had taken my hand, as if to lead me to a chair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2620.37I closed the book, which I dared no longer peruse, and put it on the table, beside the untasted tart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8930.36When 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_66480.35I rose; I looked back at the bed I had left.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50720.35"In there," pointing to the apartment she had left; and I went in, and there he stood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47520.35he cries; and he puts up his book and his pencil.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72070.34The old-fashioned chairs were very bright, and the walnut-wood table was like a looking-glass.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69530.34Not only the anchor of hope, but the footing of fortitude was gone -- at least for a moment; but the last I soon endeavoured to regain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56170.34I came into this room, and the sight of the empty chair and fireless hearth chilled me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_530.34I tottered, and on regaining my equilibrium retired back a step or two from his chair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44840.34I brought a chair to the bed-head: I sat down and leaned over the pillow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14000.34It seemed as if, could I but go back to the idea which had last entered my mind as I stood at the window, some inventive suggestion would rise for my relief.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59140.34A fierce cry seemed to give the lie to her favourable report: the clothed hyena rose up, and stood tall on its hind-feet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82790.34The ordinary sitting-room and bedrooms I left much as they were: for I knew Diana and Mary would derive more pleasure from seeing again the old homely tables, and chairs, and beds, than from the spectacle of the smartest innovations.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25410.32So putting my hand in through the open window, I drew the curtain over it, leaving only an opening through which I could take observations; then I closed the casement, all but a chink just wide enough to furnish an outlet to lovers' whispered vows: then I stole back to my chair; and as I resumed it the pair came in.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34300.32As 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_16050.32She returned; with her own hands cleared her knitting apparatus and a book or two from the table, to make room for the tray which Leah now brought, and then herself handed me the refreshments.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94230.32I find you rather alarming, when I examine you close at hand: you talk of my being a fairy, but I am sure, you are more like a brownie."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7000.32She 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_39410.32Mr. Rochester, putting down his candle, said to me, "Wait a minute," and he went forward to the inner apartment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35440.32Miss Ingram took a book, leant back in her chair, and so declined further conversation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96550.31"A poor blind man, whom you will have to lead about by the hand?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72420.31Here I saw his glance directed to my hands, which were folded on the table before me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1080.31In guarantee whereof, I attached myself to my seat by my hands.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74460.31He left the room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70910.31Hannah was baking.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47740.31He did not leave the stile, and I hardly liked to ask to go by.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22710.31well, come forward; be seated here."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4410.31I feared to return to the nursery, and feared to go forward to the parlour; ten minutes I stood in agitated hesitation; the vehement ringing of the breakfast-room bell decided me; I MUST enter.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1310.31My 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_2190.30It was night: a candle burnt on the table; Bessie stood at the bed-foot with a basin in her hand, and a gentleman sat in a chair near my pillow, leaning over me.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68150.43My eye still roved over the sullen swell and along the moor-edge, vanishing amidst the wildest scenery, when at one dim point, far in among the marshes and the ridges, a light sprang up.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19610.41A touch of a spurred heel made his horse first start and rear, and then bound away; the dog rushed in his traces; all three vanished, "Like heath that, in the wilderness, The wild wind whirls away."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86140.41How can we be for ever together -- sometimes in solitudes, sometimes amidst savage tribes -- and unwed?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84440.39"Let us rest here," said St. John, as we reached the first stragglers of a battalion of rocks, guarding a sort of pass, beyond which the beck rushed down a waterfall; and where, still a little farther, the mountain shook off turf and flower, had only heath for raiment and crag for gem -- where it exaggerated the wild to the savage, and exchanged the fresh for the frowning -- where it guarded the forlorn hope of solitude, and a last refuge for silence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73220.38I felt the consecration of its loneliness: my eye feasted on the outline of swell and sweep -- on the wild colouring communicated to ridge and dell by moss, by heath-bell, by flower-sprinkled turf, by brilliant bracken, and mellow granite crag.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68160.34"That is an ignis fatuus," was my first thought; and I expected it would soon vanish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85330.34It is -- that he asks me to be his wife, and has no more of a husband's heart for me than that frowning giant of a rock, down which the stream is foaming in yonder gorge.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90420.31And there was the silence of death about it: the solitude of a lonesome wild.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68330.31Having crossed the marsh, I saw a trace of white over the moor.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73190.30They clung to the purple moors behind and around their dwelling -- to the hollow vale into which the pebbly bridle-path leading from their gate descended, and which wound between fern-banks first, and then amongst a few of the wildest little pasture-fields that ever bordered a wilderness of heath, or gave sustenance to a flock of grey moorland sheep, with their little mossy-faced lambs:- they clung to this scene, I say, with a perfect enthusiasm of attachment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83760.29"Jane is not such a weakling as you would make her," he would say: "she can bear a mountain blast, or a shower, or a few flakes of snow, as well as any of us.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66050.25High banks of moor were about me; the crag protected my head: the sky was over that.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47660.25-- but I'd as soon offer to take hold of a blue ignis fatuus light in a marsh.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19530.25"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_13900.25I traced the white road winding round the base of one mountain, and vanishing in a gorge between two; how I longed to follow it farther!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68060.25I had, by cross-ways and by-paths, once more drawn near the tract of moorland; and now, only a few fields, almost as wild and unproductive as the heath from which they were scarcely reclaimed, lay between me and the dusky hill.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66040.24I struck straight into the heath; I held on to a hollow I saw deeply furrowing the brown moorside; I waded knee-deep in its dark growth; I turned with its turnings, and finding a moss-blackened granite crag in a hidden angle, I sat down under it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13890.24My eye passed all other objects to rest on those most remote, the blue peaks; it was those I longed to surmount; all within their boundary of rock and heath seemed prison-ground, exile limits.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5860.23A 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_65980.23There are great moors behind and on each hand of me; there are waves of mountains far beyond that deep valley at my feet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68130.22It showed no variation but of tint: green, where rush and moss overgrew the marshes; black, where the dry soil bore only heath.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6820.21Thus was I severed from Bessie and Gateshead; thus whirled away to unknown, and, as I then deemed, remote and mysterious regions.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25080.21But I tell you -- and you may mark my words -- you will come some day to a craggy pass in the channel, where the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult, foam and noise: either you will be dashed to atoms on crag points, or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current -- as I am now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57500.19She seemed the emblem of my past life; and he I was now to array myself to meet, the dread, but adored, type of my unknown future day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2700.17"Why did they send me so far and so lonely, Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29050.16It 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_94630.15You are not gone: not vanished?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91590.15"You said he was alive?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91540.15"What do you mean?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79440.15I was silenced.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77870.15Who is it like?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58160.15he asked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53650.15Is she piquant?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43860.15I should like something else: a little addition to the rite.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24420.15"I am: so are you -- what then?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48650.57"Ex-act-ly -- pre-cise-ly: with your usual acuteness, you have hit the nail straight on the head."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24780.39"Pre-cise-ly!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81620.31I have been too abrupt in communicating the news; it has excited you beyond your strength."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85170.29The case is very plain before me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46470.29"Read the letter," she said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22210.29"I think so: he is very changeful and abrupt."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81050.29I 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_46640.28Now act as you please: write and contradict my assertion -- expose my falsehood as soon as you like.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97710.26How St. John received the news, I don't know: he never answered the letter in which I communicated it: yet six months after he wrote to me, without, however, mentioning Mr. Rochester's name or alluding to my marriage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79960.26Yet that she should be found is become a matter of serious urgency: advertisements have been put in all the papers; I myself have received a letter from one Mr. Briggs, a solicitor, communicating the details I have just imparted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60700.25"Sir, I do not wish to act against you," I said; and my unsteady voice warned me to curtail my sentence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84220.23I wrote again: there was a chance of my first letter having missed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8000.23I had already formed the intention of asking her to lend it to me some day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68790.23We don't speak German, and we cannot read it without a dictionary to help us."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58300.23"My name is Briggs, a solicitor of -- Street, London."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9740.21"Read the New Testament, and observe what Christ says, and how He acts; make His word your rule, and His conduct your example."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8850.20"Burns, you poke your chin most unpleasantly; draw it in."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80630.20"It is written in letters, not figures, -- twenty thousand."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46490.20It is my intention to write shortly and desire her to come to me at Madeira.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37220.20I have acted as I inwardly swore I would act; but further might try me beyond my strength.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23910.20"I know it well; therefore I proceed almost as freely as if I were writing my thoughts in a diary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80400.18Your fortune is vested in the English funds; Briggs has the will and the necessary documents."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65170.15I watched her come -- watched with the strangest anticipation; as though some word of doom were to be written on her disk.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8020.15"What is it about?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74730.15Read."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49740.15"Entirely."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38770.15here!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3330.15asked he.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21320.15I assented.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39600.43I'll fetch a surgeon for you now, myself: you'll be able to be removed by morning, I hope.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37980.38"Jane, if aid is wanted, I'll seek it at your hands; I promise you that."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95040.35"He talks little, sir: what he does say is ever to the point.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58530.34"Sir -- sir," interrupted the clergyman, "do not forget you are in a sacred place."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21340.34It is a point difficult to fix where the features and countenance are so much at variance as in your case.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18330.32"She is a person we have to sew and assist Leah in her housemaid's work," continued the widow; "not altogether unobjectionable in some points, but she does well enough.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61790.30"I keep telling her I am not married, and do not explain to her why.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50110.30"Then, sir, I will marry you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48640.30"Then you ARE going to be married, sir?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43750.30"I suppose so, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42830.30"It is his widow, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63810.29"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_87460.28I replied - "There is no dishonour, no breach of promise, no desertion in the case.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55340.28"Rather: but I'll tell you all about it by-and-bye, sir; and I daresay you will only laugh at me for my pains."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43370.28"In that case, sir, Adele ought to go to school: I am sure you will perceive the necessity of it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54530.28I like you more than I can say; but I'll not sink into a bathos of sentiment: and with this needle of repartee I'll keep you from the edge of the gulf too; and, moreover, maintain by its pungent aid that distance between you and myself most conducive to our real mutual advantage."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95210.26I perceived, of course, the drift of my interlocutor.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87940.26"I have refused to marry him -- " "And have consequently displeased him?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56580.26"All the preface, sir; the tale is yet to come.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55760.26"I could not, sir: no words could tell you what I feel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52220.26"I believe she thought I had forgotten my station, and yours, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51070.26You are dreaming, sir, -- or you are sneering.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38910.26Ladies, keep off, or I shall wax dangerous."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24840.26I'll explain all this some day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10350.26"I think I can explain that circumstance, sir.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88810.26"I could decide if I were but certain," I answered: "were I but convinced that it is God's will I should marry you, I could vow to marry you here and now -- come afterwards what would!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57190.26After some minutes' silence, he continued, cheerily - "Now, Janet, I'll explain to you all about it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41140.26Now HERE" (he pointed to the leafy enclosure we had entered) "all is real, sweet, and pure."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26480.25I am up now; but at your peril you fetch a candle yet: wait two minutes till I get into some dry garments, if any dry there be -- yes, here is my dressing-gown.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2580.24Bessie 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_86390.24Refuse to be my wife, and you limit yourself for ever to a track of selfish ease and barren obscurity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57020.24"Sir, depend on it, my nerves were not in fault; the thing was real: the transaction actually took place."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23050.24"Mr. Rochester, allow me to disown my first answer: I intended no pointed repartee: it was only a blunder."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96480.23"That depends on circumstances, sir -- on your choice."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74400.23"I was going to say, impassioned: but perhaps you would have misunderstood the word, and been displeased.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73090.23"If such is your spirit, I promise to aid you, in my own time and way."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72430.23I wondered what he sought there: his words soon explained the quest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6120.23"And won't you be sorry to leave poor Bessie?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60940.23"And take Adele with you, sir," I interrupted; "she will be a companion for you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57110.23I wish I could believe them to be only such: I wish it more now than ever; since even you cannot explain to me the mystery of that awful visitant."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56130.23Did you find poison, or a dagger, that you look so mournful now?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52040.23Won't she feel forsaken and deserted?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51930.23But to the point if you please, sir -- Miss Ingram?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42540.23Bessie said she was sure you would not refuse: but I suppose you will have to ask leave before you can get off?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41330.23"Is the danger you apprehended last night gone by now, sir?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26450.23"I will fetch you a candle, sir; and, in Heaven's name, get up.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87440.23Your own fortune will make you independent of the Society's aid; and thus you may still be spared the dishonour of breaking your promise and deserting the band you engaged to join."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41770.22"Sir," I answered, "a wanderer's repose or a sinner's reformation should never depend on a fellow-creature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31640.22The ladies, since the gentlemen entered, have become lively as larks; conversation waxes brisk and merry.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96900.21"The sun has dried up all the rain-drops, sir.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26270.51Tongues of flame darted round the bed: the curtains were on fire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2180.43In 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_68280.41The light was yet there, shining dim but constant through the rain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20220.40Two 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_44640.39I approached the bed; I opened the curtains and leant over the high-piled pillows.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4730.39"A pit full of fire."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59040.36In 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_40010.36The candle, wasted at last, went out; as it expired, I perceived streaks of grey light edging the window curtains: dawn was then approaching.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27410.31There were exclamations of "What a mercy master was not burnt in his bed!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36250.30She stirred the fire, so that a ripple of light broke from the disturbed coal: the glare, however, as she sat, only threw her face into deeper shadow: mine, it illumined.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7380.30The porridge is burnt again!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53130.30"She will want to warm herself: what will she do for a fire?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2760.30She might as well have said to the fire, "don't burn!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33470.29The marble basin was removed; in its place, stood a deal table and a kitchen chair: these objects were visible by a very dim light proceeding from a horn lantern, the wax candles being all extinguished.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34600.29He spoke of his friend's dislike of the burning heats, the hurricanes, and rainy seasons of that region.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34630.29Mr. 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_26390.28"No, sir," I answered; "but there has been a fire: get up, do; you are quenched now; I will fetch you a candle."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4740.26"And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31570.26Did I forbid myself to think of him in any other light than as a paymaster?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9030.25Jumping 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_54960.24Then 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_80950.23"Whereas I am hot, and fire dissolves ice.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68170.23It burnt on, however, quite steadily, neither receding nor advancing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27420.23"It is always dangerous to keep a candle lit at night."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26230.23There was a candle burning just outside, and on the matting in the gallery.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14590.23Here the socket of the candle dropped, and the wick went out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7470.22I was one of the last to go out, and in passing the tables, I saw one teacher take a basin of the porridge and taste it; she looked at the others; all their countenances expressed displeasure, and one of them, the stout one, whispered - "Abominable stuff!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68480.22The 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_8770.22Breakfast-time came at last, and this morning the porridge was not burnt; the quality was eatable, the quantity small.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26340.21I heaved them up, deluged the bed and its occupant, flew back to my own room, brought my own water-jug, baptized the couch afresh, and, by God's aid, succeeded in extinguishing the flames which were devouring it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88910.20The one candle was dying out: the room was full of moonlight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68690.20"There you have a dim and mighty archangel fitly set before you!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26280.20In the midst of blaze and vapour, Mr. Rochester lay stretched motionless, in deep sleep.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65150.20The light that long ago had struck me into syncope, recalled in this vision, seemed glidingly to mount the wall, and tremblingly to pause in the centre of the obscured ceiling.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6990.18"The child is very young to be sent alone," said she, putting her candle down on the table.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64000.18Terrible moment: full of struggle, blackness, burning!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47640.18She comes from the other world -- from the abode of people who are dead; and tells me so when she meets me alone here in the gloaming!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10090.18How we longed for the light and heat of a blazing fire when we got back!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35700.18An 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_44230.17The gaping wound of my wrongs, too, was now quite healed; and the flame of resentment extinguished.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93850.15"And you see the candles?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74670.15"And what then?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73660.15he said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71400.15"Yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59270.15"Go to the devil!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53410.15"But what has mademoiselle to do with it?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49960.15"There!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49100.15I have not been trampled on.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5110.65"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_55040.43A puerile tear dimmed my eye while I looked -- a tear of disappointment and impatience; ashamed of it, I wiped it away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66330.41Looking up, I, with tear-dimmed eyes, saw the mighty Milky-way.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84300.37The 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_68930.37She wiped her eyes with her apron: the two girls, grave before, looked sad now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65700.36It 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_61270.34I 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_60990.34"You spoke of a retirement, sir; and retirement and solitude are dull: too dull for you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69490.29I sank on the wet doorstep: I groaned -- I wrung my hands -- I wept in utter anguish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73840.28St. John said these words as he pronounced his sermons, with a quiet, deep voice; with an unflushed cheek, and a coruscating radiance of glance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12210.26The 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_65010.26Then came a deep, strong sob.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12160.25Helen 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_8950.25Not a tear rose to Burns' eye; and, while I paused from my sewing, because my fingers quivered at this spectacle with a sentiment of unavailing and impotent anger, not a feature of her pensive face altered its ordinary expression.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2120.24Bessie and Abbot having retreated, Mrs. Reed, impatient of my now frantic anguish and wild sobs, abruptly thrust me back and locked me in, without farther parley.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95940.23Long 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_48440.23I 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_74560.23And the tears gushed to her fine eyes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65890.22May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1720.21I 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_24540.20"If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60220.19I was prepared for the hot rain of tears; only I wanted them to be shed on my breast: now a senseless floor has received them, or your drenched handkerchief.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68030.18My glazed eye wandered over the dim and misty landscape.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16540.18Farther off were hills: not so lofty as those round Lowood, nor so craggy, nor so like barriers of separation from the living world; but yet quiet and lonely hills enough, and seeming to embrace Thornfield with a seclusion I had not expected to find existent so near the stirring locality of Millcote.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59710.16The 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_46140.15Whither will that spirit -- now struggling to quit its material tenement -- flit when at length released?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80350.15"I!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70950.15she said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60550.15"What!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57850.15he said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55400.15Here we are at Thornfield: now let me get down."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54430.15Death was not for such as I."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29650.15"That it is not!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14020.15"A new servitude!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61740.51To agitate him thus deeply, by a resistance he so abhorred, was cruel: to yield was out of the question.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80590.46"Well," said he, "if you had committed a murder, and I had told you your crime was discovered, you could scarcely look more aghast."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11750.39I resolved, in the depth of my heart, that I would be most moderate -- most correct; and, having reflected a few minutes in order to arrange coherently what I had to say, I told her all the story of my sad childhood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82190.39My task was a very hard one; but, as I was absolutely resolved -- as my cousins saw at length that my mind was really and immutably fixed on making a just division of the property -- as they must in their own hearts have felt the equity of the intention; and must, besides, have been innately conscious that in my place they would have done precisely what I wished to do -- they yielded at length so far as to consent to put the affair to arbitration.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_900.38The fact is, I was a trifle beside myself; or rather OUT of myself, as the French would say: I was conscious that a moment's mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties, and, like any other rebel slave, I felt resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88650.37To have yielded then would have been an error of principle; to have yielded now would have been an error of judgment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9900.36Besides, with this creed, I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime; I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the last: with this creed revenge never worries my heart, degradation never too deeply disgusts me, injustice never crushes me too low: I live in calm, looking to the end."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86880.31I deeply venerated my cousin's talent and principle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66500.31Life, however, was yet in my possession, with all its requirements, and pains, and responsibilities.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31090.28I cannot tell whether Miss Ingram was a genius, but she was self-conscious -- remarkably self- conscious indeed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74920.27My father always cherished the idea that he would atone for his error by leaving his possessions to us; that letter informs us that he has bequeathed every penny to the other relation, with the exception of thirty guineas, to be divided between St. John, Diana, and Mary Rivers, for the purchase of three mourning rings.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80970.27As you hope ever to be forgiven, Mr. Rivers, the high crime and misdemeanour of spoiling a sanded kitchen, tell me what I wish to know."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37500.26It is scarcely fair, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66510.25The burden must be carried; the want provided for; the suffering endured; the responsibility fulfilled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_550.25Accustomed to John Reed's abuse, I never had an idea of replying to it; my care was how to endure the blow which would certainly follow the insult.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4830.23"I hope that sigh is from the heart, and that you repent of ever having been the occasion of discomfort to your excellent benefactress."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91050.23I endeavoured to recall him to the main fact.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88860.23I sincerely, deeply, fervently longed to do what was right; and only that.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75810.23I wondered, as I looked at this fair creature: I admired her with my whole heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34650.23"Tell her she shall be put in the stocks if she does not take herself off," replied the magistrate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61900.22"Well, Jane, being so, it was his resolution to keep the property together; he could not bear the idea of dividing his estate and leaving me a fair portion: all, he resolved, should go to my brother, Rowland.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61650.20Never fear that I wish to lure you into error -- to make you my mistress.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24110.20I scarcely think the notion that flittered across my brain was an error.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1730.20This idea, consolatory in theory, I felt would be terrible if realised: with all my might I endeavoured to stifle it -- I endeavoured to be firm.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6060.20The fact is, after my conflict with and victory over Mrs. Reed, I was not disposed to care much for the nursemaid's transitory anger; and I WAS disposed to bask in her youthful lightness of heart.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44560.20It had heretofore been my habit always to shrink from arrogance: received as I had been to-day, I should, a year ago, have resolved to quit Gateshead the very next morning; now, it was disclosed to me all at once that that would be a foolish plan.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81110.19Mr. Briggs, being Mr. Eyre's solicitor, wrote to us last August to inform us of our uncle's death, and to say that he had left his property to his brother the clergyman's orphan daughter, overlooking us, in consequence of a quarrel, never forgiven, between him and my father.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58410.18"I have a witness to the fact, whose testimony even you, sir, will scarcely controvert."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17270.18Adele sang the canzonette tunefully enough, and with the naivete of her age.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65730.17In the midst of my pain of heart and frantic effort of principle, I abhorred myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54450.17"Would I forgive him for the selfish idea, and prove my pardon by a reconciling kiss?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91630.15How?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81260.15"We are cousins; yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76600.15She had not exaggerated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69300.15What can they do for you?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66850.15I reflected.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64320.15"Then you will not yield?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39140.15"Are you up?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37550.15I reflected, and thought, on the whole, I had.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30160.15"Oh, I wish I might go to them!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22150.15Take her to bed."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41640.14"Well then, Jane, call to aid your fancy:- suppose you were no longer a girl well reared and disciplined, but a wild boy indulged from childhood upwards; imagine yourself in a remote foreign land; conceive that you there commit a capital error, no matter of what nature or from what motives, but one whose consequences must follow you through life and taint all your existence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27690.13Again she looked at me; and with the same scrutinising and conscious eye.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20240.66I knew my traveller with his broad and jetty eyebrows; his square forehead, made squarer by the horizontal sweep of his black hair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45430.60Strongly-marked horizontal eyebrows must be traced under that brow; then followed, naturally, a well-defined nose, with a straight ridge and full nostrils; then a flexible- looking mouth, by no means narrow; then a firm chin, with a decided cleft down the middle of it: of course, some black whiskers were wanted, and some jetty hair, tufted on the temples, and waved above the forehead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28590.58"Tall, fine bust, sloping shoulders; long, graceful neck: olive complexion, dark and clear; noble features; eyes rather like Mr. Rochester's: large and black, and as brilliant as her jewels.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31040.57The noble bust, the sloping shoulders, the graceful neck, the dark eyes and black ringlets were all there; -- but her face?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34460.52For a handsome and not an unamiable-looking man, he repelled me exceedingly: there was no power in that smooth-skinned face of a full oval shape: no firmness in that aquiline nose and small cherry mouth; there was no thought on the low, even forehead; no command in that blank, brown eye.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75800.50No charm was wanting, no defect was perceptible; the young girl had regular and delicate lineaments; eyes shaped and coloured as we see them in lovely pictures, large, and dark, and full; the long and shadowy eyelash which encircles a fine eye with so soft a fascination; the pencilled brow which gives such clearness; the white smooth forehead, which adds such repose to the livelier beauties of tint and ray; the cheek oval, fresh, and smooth; the lips, fresh too, ruddy, healthy, sweetly formed; the even and gleaming teeth without flaw; the small dimpled chin; the ornament of rich, plenteous tresses -- all advantages, in short, which, combined, realise the ideal of beauty, were fully hers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19140.50He had a dark face, with stern features and a heavy brow; his eyes and gathered eyebrows looked ireful and thwarted just now; he was past youth, but had not reached middle-age; perhaps he might be thirty-five.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60240.47I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58250.47His whole face was colourless rock: his eye was both spark and flint.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56850.45"This, sir, was purple: the lips were swelled and dark; the brow furrowed: the black eyebrows widely raised over the bloodshot eyes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31440.43My master's colourless, olive face, square, massive brow, broad and jetty eyebrows, deep eyes, strong features, firm, grim mouth, -- all energy, decision, will, -- were not beautiful, according to rule; but they were more than beautiful to me; they were full of an interest, an influence that quite mastered me, -- that took my feelings from my own power and fettered them in his.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51050.43"You are a beauty in my eyes, and a beauty just after the desire of my heart, -- delicate and aerial."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76120.42His mouth certainly looked a good deal compressed, and the lower part of his face unusually stern and square, as the laughing girl gave him this information.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50790.42This little sunny-faced girl with the dimpled cheek and rosy lips; the satin-smooth hazel hair, and the radiant hazel eyes?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30930.42The Dowager might be between forty and fifty: her shape was still fine; her hair (by candle-light at least) still black; her teeth, too, were still apparently perfect.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45420.41Soon I had traced on the paper a broad and prominent forehead and a square lower outline of visage: that contour gave me pleasure; my fingers proceeded actively to fill it with features.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89810.41met my eye like the lineaments of a once familiar face.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87120.41His lips and cheeks turned white -- quite white.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71890.39Her whole face seemed to me full of charm.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4670.39and what large prominent teeth!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20250.38I recognised his decisive nose, more remarkable for character than beauty; his full nostrils, denoting, I thought, choler; his grim mouth, chin, and jaw -- yes, all three were very grim, and no mistake.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75780.37There appeared, within three feet of him, a form clad in pure white -- a youthful, graceful form: full, yet fine in contour; and when, after bending to caress Carlo, it lifted up its head, and threw back a long veil, there bloomed under his glance a face of perfect beauty.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72120.35He was young -- perhaps from twenty-eight to thirty -- tall, slender; his face riveted the eye; it was like a Greek face, very pure in outline: quite a straight, classic nose; quite an Athenian mouth and chin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72140.34He might well be a little shocked at the irregularity of my lineaments, his own being so harmonious.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5360.34Mrs. Reed might be at that time some six or seven and thirty; she was a woman of robust frame, square-shouldered and strong-limbed, not tall, and, though stout, not obese: she had a somewhat large face, the under jaw being much developed and very solid; her brow was low, her chin large and prominent, mouth and nose sufficiently regular; under her light eyebrows glimmered an eye devoid of ruth; her skin was dark and opaque, her hair nearly flaxen; her constitution was sound as a bell -- illness never came near her; she was an exact, clever manager; her household and tenantry were thoroughly under her control; her children only at times defied her authority and laughed it to scorn; she dressed well, and had a presence and port calculated to set off handsome attire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61680.34His voice and hand quivered: his large nostrils dilated; his eye blazed: still I dared to speak.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31050.34Her face was like her mother's; a youthful unfurrowed likeness: the same low brow, the same high features, the same pride.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76150.31She answered it with a second laugh, and laughter well became her youth, her roses, her dimples, her bright eyes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46280.31You are not one of the Gibsons; and yet I know you -- that face, and the eyes and forehead, are quiet familiar to me: you are like -- why, you are like Jane Eyre!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68680.31she exclaimed, while her dark and deep eye sparkled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16430.31I sometimes regretted that I was not handsomer; I sometimes wished to have rosy cheeks, a straight nose, and small cherry mouth; I desired to be tall, stately, and finely developed in figure; I felt it a misfortune that I was so little, so pale, and had features so irregular and so marked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44330.30This was a full-blown, very plump damsel, fair as waxwork, with handsome and regular features, languishing blue eyes, and ringleted yellow hair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21870.30Two thin hands, joined under the forehead, and supporting it, drew up before the lower features a sable veil, a brow quite bloodless, white as bone, and an eye hollow and fixed, blank of meaning but for the glassiness of despair, alone were visible.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29070.29"Afterwards, take a piece of smooth ivory -- you have one prepared in your drawing-box: take your palette, mix your freshest, finest, clearest tints; choose your most delicate camel-hair pencils; delineate carefully the loveliest face you can imagine; paint it in your softest shades and sweetest lines, according to the description given by Mrs. Fairfax of Blanche Ingram; remember the raven ringlets, the oriental eye; -- What!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56720.29The shape standing before me had never crossed my eyes within the precincts of Thornfield Hall before; the height, the contour were new to me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31310.29Mr. Eshton, the magistrate of the district, is gentleman-like: his hair is quite white, his eyebrows and whiskers still dark, which gives him something of the appearance of a "pere noble de theatre."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4170.29I remember her as a slim young woman, with black hair, dark eyes, very nice features, and good, clear complexion; but she had a capricious and hasty temper, and indifferent ideas of principle or justice: still, such as she was, I preferred her to any one else at Gateshead Hall.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22900.28He was, in short, in his after-dinner mood; more expanded and genial, and also more self-indulgent than the frigid and rigid temper of the morning; still he looked preciously grim, cushioning his massive head against the swelling back of his chair, and receiving the light of the fire on his granite-hewn features, and in his great, dark eyes; for he had great, dark eyes, and very fine eyes, too -- not without a certain change in their depths sometimes, which, if it was not softness, reminded you, at least, of that feeling.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83370.28"Clear up at Whitcross Brow, almost four miles off, and moor and moss all the way."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36190.28"No," she continued, "it is in the face: on the forehead, about the eyes, in the lines of the mouth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22890.28There was a smile on his lips, and his eyes sparkled, whether with wine or not, I am not sure; but I think it very probable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4470.27-- such, at least, appeared to me, at first sight, the straight, narrow, sable-clad shape standing erect on the rug: the grim face at the top was like a carved mask, placed above the shaft by way of capital.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70690.27We may, perhaps, succeed in restoring her to them, if she is not obstinate: but I trace lines of force in her face which make me sceptical of her tractability."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54340.27He rose and came towards me, and I saw his face all kindled, and his full falcon-eye flashing, and tenderness and passion in every lineament.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92220.27His form was of the same strong and stalwart contour as ever: his port was still erect, his hair was still raven black; nor were his features altered or sunk: not in one year's space, by any sorrow, could his athletic strength be quelled or his vigorous prime blighted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75420.26He examined my face, I thought, with austerity, as I came near: the traces of tears were doubtless very visible upon it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45410.26I took a soft black pencil, gave it a broad point, and worked away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44310.26This I felt sure was Eliza, though I could trace little resemblance to her former self in that elongated and colourless visage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95300.25Your eyes dwell on a Vulcan, -- a real blacksmith, brown, broad-shouldered: and blind and lame into the bargain."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72150.25His eyes were large and blue, with brown lashes; his high forehead, colourless as ivory, was partially streaked over by careless locks of fair hair.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30850.42The second, Louisa, was taller and more elegant in figure; with a very pretty face, of that order the French term minois chiffone: both sisters were fair as lilies.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6980.41The first was a tall lady with dark hair, dark eyes, and a pale and large forehead; her figure was partly enveloped in a shawl, her countenance was grave, her bearing erect.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19130.39His 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_75790.37Perfect 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_50470.34When I looked up, on leaving his arms, there stood the widow, pale, grave, and amazed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30890.34She had a slight figure, a pale, gentle face, and fair hair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90630.30The host was a respectable-looking, middle-aged man.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77630.30His tall figure sprang erect again with a start: he said nothing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79360.29If he were insane, however, his was a very cool and collected insanity: I had never seen that handsome-featured face of his look more like chiselled marble than it did just now, as he put aside his snow-wet hair from his forehead and let the firelight shine free on his pale brow and cheek as pale, where it grieved me to discover the hollow trace of care or sorrow now so plainly graved.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20260.29His shape, now divested of cloak, I perceived harmonised in squareness with his physiognomy: I suppose it was a good figure in the athletic sense of the term -- broad chested and thin flanked, though neither tall nor graceful.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61330.29"But I am not angry, Jane: I only love you too well; and you had steeled your little pale face with such a resolute, frozen look, I could not endure it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36430.26"I like to observe all the faces and all the figures."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21890.23This pale crescent was "the likeness of a kingly crown;" what it diademed was "the shape which shape had none."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85990.23I said briefly; and I looked at his features, beautiful in their harmony, but strangely formidable in their still severity; at his brow, commanding but not open; at his eyes, bright and deep and searching, but never soft; at his tall imposing figure; and fancied myself in idea HIS WIFE.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21740.23While he is so occupied, I will tell you, reader, what they are: and first, I must premise that they are nothing wonderful.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77230.22She 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_23220.22With this announcement he rose from his chair, and stood, leaning his arm on the marble mantelpiece: in that attitude his shape was seen plainly as well as his face; his unusual breadth of chest, disproportionate almost to his length of limb.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68560.21I cannot call them handsome -- they were too pale and grave for the word: as they each bent over a book, they looked thoughtful almost to severity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10510.20Miss Temple had looked down when he first began to speak to her; but she now gazed straight before her, and her face, naturally pale as marble, appeared to be assuming also the coldness and fixity of that material; especially her mouth, closed as if it would have required a sculptor's chisel to open it, and her brow settled gradually into petrified severity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43460.18"No, sir; I am not on such terms with my relatives as would justify me in asking favours of them -- but I shall advertise."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58120.17and how like quarried marble was his pale, firm, massive front at this moment!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9750.15"What does He say?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61570.15"Of course: I told you you should.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56770.15"Not at first.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17810.51This was all the account I got from Mrs. Fairfax of her employer and mine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23250.36Adele is a degree better, but still far below the mark; Mrs. Fairfax ditto; you, I am persuaded, can suit me if you will: you puzzled me the first evening I invited you down here.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19770.31I hastened to Mrs. Fairfax's room; there was a fire there too, but no candle, and no Mrs. Fairfax.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21570.31Adele and Mrs. Fairfax drew near to see the pictures.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17930.31"None that I ever heard of," returned Mrs. Fairfax, smiling.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55960.30Mrs. Fairfax has said something, perhaps?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28530.30"You saw her, you say, Mrs. Fairfax: what was she like?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26600.30"Mrs. Fairfax?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21050.30said Mrs. Fairfax.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19880.30and is Mrs. Fairfax with him?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17150.30asked Mrs. Fairfax.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14510.30Mrs. Fairfax!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22800.29He rang, and despatched an invitation to Mrs. Fairfax, who soon arrived, knitting-basket in hand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54600.28Mrs. Fairfax, I saw, approved me: her anxiety on my account vanished; therefore I was certain I did well.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29790.28"It gets late," said Mrs. Fairfax, entering in rustling state.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58870.27Briggs, Wood, Mason, I invite you all to come up to the house and visit Mrs. Poole's patient, and MY WIFE!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18470.27I valued what was good in Mrs. Fairfax, and what was good in Adele; but I believed in the existence of other and more vivid kinds of goodness, and what I believed in I wished to behold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61870.26"I remember Mrs. Fairfax told me so once."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47770.26"Mrs. Fairfax told me in a letter."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20180.26"You want a brooch," said Mrs. Fairfax.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18260.26exclaimed Mrs. Fairfax.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15920.26"Mrs. Fairfax, I suppose?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62700.25Mrs. Fairfax may indeed have suspected something, but she could have gained no precise knowledge as to facts.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63610.25You ran downstairs and demanded of Mrs. Fairfax some occupation: the weekly house accounts to make up, or something of that sort, I think it was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27640.25Mrs. Fairfax's room and yours are the nearest to master's; but Mrs. Fairfax said she heard nothing: when people get elderly, they often sleep heavy."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22460.25I should have liked something clearer; but Mrs. Fairfax either could not, or would not, give me more explicit information of the origin and nature of Mr. Rochester's trials.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22180.25Mrs. Fairfax folded up her knitting: I took my portfolio: we curtseyed to him, received a frigid bow in return, and so withdrew.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17480.25As I was going upstairs to fetch my portfolio and pencils, Mrs. Fairfax called to me: "Your morning school-hours are over now, I suppose," said she.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20620.25"Come to the fire," said the master, when the tray was taken away, and Mrs. Fairfax had settled into a corner with her knitting; while Adele was leading me by the hand round the room, showing me the beautiful books and ornaments on the consoles and chiffonnieres.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22190.24"You said Mr. Rochester was not strikingly peculiar, Mrs. Fairfax," I observed, when I rejoined her in her room, after putting Adele to bed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52160.23"Communicate your intentions to Mrs. Fairfax, sir: she saw me with you last night in the hall, and she was shocked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47330.23"Mrs. Fairfax will smile you a calm welcome, to be sure," said I; "and little Adele will clap her hands and jump to see you: but you know very well you are thinking of another than they, and that he is not thinking of you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20910.23Mrs. Fairfax had dropped her knitting, and, with raised eyebrows, seemed wondering what sort of talk this was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30400.23"You will see her this evening," answered Mrs. Fairfax.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20420.23said Mrs. Fairfax to me; "Adele might perhaps spill it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18300.23"Too much noise, Grace," said Mrs. Fairfax.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28300.22Leah made her appearance; but it was only to intimate that tea was ready in Mrs. Fairfax's room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21610.22"Take them off to the other table, Mrs. Fairfax," said he, "and look at them with Adele; -- you" (glancing at me) "resume your seat, and answer my questions.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17510.22Mrs. Fairfax was dusting some vases of fine purple spar, which stood on a sideboard.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60090.21And, with a strange pang, I now reflected that, long as I had been shut up here, no message had been sent to ask how I was, or to invite me to come down: not even little Adele had tapped at the door; not even Mrs. Fairfax had sought me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29940.20exclaimed Mrs. Fairfax, and away she hurried to her post below.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26210.20Impossible now to remain longer by myself: I must go to Mrs. Fairfax.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20990.20"I advertised, and Mrs. Fairfax answered my advertisement."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17020.20She will be glad: nobody here understands her: Madame Fairfax is all English.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50630.20Mrs. Fairfax surprised me by looking out of the window with a sad countenance, and saying gravely -- "Miss Eyre, will you come to breakfast?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18670.19One 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_57010.18I must be careful of you, my treasure: nerves like yours were not made for rough handling."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27940.18The cook here turned to me, saying that Mrs. Fairfax was waiting for me: so I departed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34120.18Mild Mrs. Dent talked with good-natured Mrs. Eshton; and the two sometimes bestowed a courteous word or smile on me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30370.18I pointed out this circumstance to Mrs. Fairfax, who was standing at the window with me - "You said it was not likely they should think of being married," said I, "but you see Mr. Rochester evidently prefers her to any of the other ladies."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_660.39"Wicked and cruel boy!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67630.34I felt it was what was to be expected, and what could not be helped: an ordinary beggar is frequently an object of suspicion; a well-dressed beggar inevitably so.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64190.29"It would to obey you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53020.29She obeyed him with what speed she might.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12810.29"How is Helen Burns?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10880.29I was no Helen Burns.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8840.26Even in that obscure position, Miss Scatcherd continued to make her an object of constant notice: she was continually addressing to her such phrases as the following:- "Burns" (such it seems was her name: the girls here were all called by their surnames, as boys are elsewhere), "Burns, you are standing on the side of your shoe; turn your toes out immediately."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11760.26Exhausted by emotion, my language was more subdued than it generally was when it developed that sad theme; and mindful of Helen's warnings against the indulgence of resentment, I infused into the narrative far less of gall and wormwood than ordinary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12610.26And where, meantime, was Helen Burns?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94730.25He broke out suddenly while clasping me in his arms - "Cruel, cruel deserter!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9380.23"And cross and cruel," I added; but Helen Burns would not admit my addition: she kept silence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44280.23The inanimate objects were not changed; but the living things had altered past recognition.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11140.22Helen Burns asked some slight question about her work of Miss Smith, was chidden for the triviality of the inquiry, returned to her place, and smiled at me as she again went by.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9780.20In her turn, Helen Burns asked me to explain, and I proceeded forthwith to pour out, in my own way, the tale of my sufferings and resentments.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44630.19I looked into a certain corner near, half-expecting to see the slim outline of a once dreaded switch which used to lurk there, waiting to leap out imp-like and lace my quivering palm or shrinking neck.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13200.18"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_95380.15"Yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95010.15"But his brain?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9220.15"Cruel?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9120.15"Helen."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81060.15But what then?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60810.15It is cruel -- she cannot help being mad."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34320.15"How provoking!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11420.15"Well, Helen?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37870.56"Jane, I've got a blow; I've got a blow, Jane!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41860.47"Jane, Jane," said he, stopping before me, "you are quite pale with your vigils: don't you curse me for disturbing your rest?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11360.47"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_48720.41Adele must go to school; and you, Miss Eyre, must get a new situation."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80250.41"Briggs wrote to me of a Jane Eyre:" he said, "the advertisements demanded a Jane Eyre: I knew a Jane Elliott.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82130.39"And the school, Miss Eyre?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71080.39"But you've never been to a boarding-school?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2840.39Come here, Miss Jane: your name is Jane, is it not?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17080.39"Eyre -- Jane Eyre."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15250.39"Well, that is beautiful, Miss Jane!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43830.34"Farewell, Miss Eyre, for the present; is that all?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2860.34"Well, you have been crying, Miss Jane Eyre; can you tell me what about?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23650.34Well then, on that mercenary ground, will you agree to let me hector a little?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14890.34"Yes; nearly five years since to Robert Leaven, the coachman; and I've a little girl besides Bobby there, that I've christened Jane."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12230.34Miss Temple, having assembled the whole school, announced that inquiry had been made into the charges alleged against Jane Eyre, and that she was most happy to be able to pronounce her completely cleared from every imputation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91280.31Miss Adele, a ward he had, was put to school.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93100.30-- Jane Eyre," was all he said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93090.30"Jane Eyre!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81000.30Your name is Jane Eyre?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72890.30"You said your name was Jane Elliott?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47570.30"And this is Jane Eyre?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44950.30"I am Jane Eyre."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44940.30Are you Jane Eyre?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44720.30"Is this Jane Eyre?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22680.30"Is Miss Eyre there?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11650.30"Shall I, Miss Temple?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14960.30"I dare say they've not kept you too well at school: Miss Reed is the head and shoulders taller than you are; and Miss Georgiana would make two of you in breadth."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83050.29I understood, as by inspiration, the nature of his love for Miss Oliver; I agreed with him that it was but a love of the senses.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77880.28Mastering some hesitation, he answered, "Miss Oliver, I presume."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51000.28Jewels for Jane Eyre sounds unnatural and strange: I would rather not have them."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11790.27I had finished: Miss Temple regarded me a few minutes in silence; she then said - "I know something of Mr. Lloyd; I shall write to him; if his reply agrees with your statement, you shall be publicly cleared from every imputation; to me, Jane, you are clear now."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73250.26Indoors we agreed equally well.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71090.26"I was at a boarding-school eight years."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6600.26"That was wrong, Miss Jane."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6360.26"I don't dislike you, Miss; I believe I am fonder of you than of all the others."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61810.26Oh, I am certain Jane will agree with me in opinion, when she knows all that I know!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59730.26And yet where was the Jane Eyre of yesterday?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5670.26"Jane, you are under a mistake: what is the matter with you?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50810.26"It is Jane Eyre, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4540.26"Jane Eyre, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43880.26So you'll do no more than say Farewell, Jane?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43550.26said he, "refusing me a pecuniary request!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4290.26"Miss Jane, take off your pinafore; what are you doing there?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2850.26"Yes, sir, Jane Eyre."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24550.26Do you never laugh, Miss Eyre?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23340.26"You are dumb, Miss Eyre."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1800.26"Miss Eyre, are you ill?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76040.26(This then, I thought, is Miss Oliver, the heiress; favoured, it seems, in the gifts of fortune, as well as in those of nature!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30420.26let her come into the drawing-room after dinner; and request Miss Eyre to accompany her.'"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2010.26"Miss Jane screamed so loud, ma'am," pleaded Bessie.