Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78860.43I am not a pagan, but a Christian philosopher -- a follower of the sect of Jesus.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83070.27I saw he was of the material from which nature hews her heroes -- Christian and Pagan -- her lawgivers, her statesmen, her conquerors: a steadfast bulwark for great interests to rest upon; but, at the fireside, too often a cold cumbrous column, gloomy and out of place.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44800.24Again she regarded me so icily, I felt at once that her opinion of me -- her feeling towards me -- was unchanged and unchangeable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83530.23"Unchanged and unchangeable," was the reply.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51550.32I will remand the order I despatched to my banker.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89870.30I got out of the coach, gave a box I had into the ostler's charge, to be kept till I called for it; paid my fare; satisfied the coachman, and was going: the brightening day gleamed on the sign of the inn, and I read in gilt letters, "The Rochester Arms."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14290.30This document remained locked in my drawer all day: after tea, I asked leave of the new superintendent to go to Lowton, in order to perform some small commissions for myself and one or two of my fellow-teachers; permission was readily granted; I went.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14280.29"Address, J.E., Post-office, Lowton, -shire."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91900.28"Let it be got ready instantly; and if your post-boy can drive me to Ferndean before dark this day, I'll pay both you and him twice the hire you usually demand."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23630.27you are my paid subordinate, are you?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41050.26"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_89750.26It was the same vehicle whence, a year ago, I had alighted one summer evening on this very spot -- how desolate, and hopeless, and objectless!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90370.24No need to cower behind a gate-post, indeed!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37640.24I have your permission to retire now, I suppose?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34250.24A post-chaise was approaching.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13820.23Mr. Nasmyth, came between me and Miss Temple: I saw her in her travelling dress step into a post-chaise, shortly after the marriage ceremony; I watched the chaise mount the hill and disappear beyond its brow; and then retired to my own room, and there spent in solitude the greatest part of the half-holiday granted in honour of the occasion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14230.23Replies rose smooth and prompt now:- "You must enclose the advertisement and the money to pay for it under a cover directed to the editor of the Herald; you must put it, the first opportunity you have, into the post at Lowton; answers must be addressed to J.E., at the post-office there; you can go and inquire in about a week after you send your letter, if any are come, and act accordingly."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75120.22My duty will be to develop these germs: surely I shall find some happiness in discharging that office.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62730.22On the first of these occasions, she perpetrated the attempt to burn me in my bed; on the second, she paid that ghastly visit to you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91890.21"We have a chaise, ma'am, a very handsome chaise."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48620.21"Well, sir, I shall be ready when the order to march comes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91980.21The last mile I performed on foot, having dismissed the chaise and driver with the double remuneration I had promised.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14300.20It 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_40920.19Now, Jane, trip on before us away to the backstairs; unbolt the side-passage door, and tell the driver of the post-chaise you will see in the yard -- or just outside, for I told him not to drive his rattling wheels over the pavement -- to be ready; we are coming: and, Jane, if any one is about, come to the foot of the stairs and hem."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57730.19"We shall not want it to go to church; but it must be ready the moment we return: all the boxes and luggage arranged and strapped on, and the coachman in his seat."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46290.19I said nothing: I was afraid of occasioning some shock by declaring my identity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6810.17was the answer: the door was slapped to, a voice exclaimed "All right," and on we drove.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14330.17My ostensible errand on this occasion was to get measured for a pair of shoes; so I discharged that business first, and when it was done, I stepped across the clean and quiet little street from the shoemaker's to the post-office: it was kept by an old dame, who wore horn spectacles on her nose, and black mittens on her hands.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10360.15Agnes and Catherine Johnstone were invited to take tea with some friends at Lowton last Thursday, and I gave them leave to put on clean tuckers for the occasion."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9040.13"Is it still 'Rasselas'?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80110.13Who has his letters?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79410.13I am well now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72980.13"I do: I have already said so.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69960.13"Famished, I think.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39710.13I must keep to my post, however.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26920.13"Just so.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5890.32I would fain exercise some better faculty than that of fierce speaking; fain find nourishment for some less fiendish feeling than that of sombre indignation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73350.32Our natures dovetailed: mutual affection -- of the strongest kind -- was the result.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45660.32Her mind seemed wholly taken up with reminiscences of past gaiety, and aspirations after dissipations to come.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86660.32All this was torture to me -- refined, lingering torture.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44040.29The doctor says she may linger a week or two yet; but he hardly thinks she will finally recover."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28330.29I am afraid," she continued, "you are not well to-day: you look flushed and feverish."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82570.28"It is all very well for the present," said he; "but seriously, I trust that when the first flush of vivacity is over, you will look a little higher than domestic endearments and household joys."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8040.27I hardly know where I found the hardihood thus to open a conversation with a stranger; the step was contrary to my nature and habits: but I think her occupation touched a chord of sympathy somewhere; for I too liked reading, though of a frivolous and childish kind; I could not digest or comprehend the serious or substantial.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25470.27"They began to talk; their conversation eased me completely: frivolous, mercenary, heartless, and senseless, it was rather calculated to weary than enrage a listener.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45800.27Her own fortune she had taken care to secure; and when her mother died -- and it was wholly improbable, she tranquilly remarked, that she should either recover or linger long -- she would execute a long-cherished project: seek a retirement where punctual habits would be permanently secured from disturbance, and place safe barriers between herself and a frivolous world.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34090.25Instead of wishing to shun, I longed only to dare -- to divine it; and I thought Miss Ingram happy, because one day she might look into the abyss at her leisure, explore its secrets and analyse their nature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83060.24I comprehended how he should despise himself for the feverish influence it exercised over him; how he should wish to stifle and destroy it; how he should mistrust its ever conducting permanently to his happiness or hers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76640.24Wholly 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_70590.24He pronounced it needless to send for a doctor: nature, he was sure, would manage best, left to herself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66030.24I have no relative but the universal mother, Nature: I will seek her breast and ask repose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51530.24"I might as well 'gild refined gold.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73930.23"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_74420.22I am sure you cannot long be content to pass your leisure in solitude, and to devote your working hours to a monotonous labour wholly void of stimulus: any more than I can be content," he added, with emphasis, "to live here buried in morass, pent in with mountains -- my nature, that God gave me, contravened; my faculties, heaven-bestowed, paralysed -- made useless.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72370.21He seemed to use them rather as instruments to search other people's thoughts, than as agents to reveal his own: the which combination of keenness and reserve was considerably more calculated to embarrass than to encourage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12480.21The few who continued well were allowed almost unlimited license; because the medical attendant insisted on the necessity of frequent exercise to keep them in health: and had it been otherwise, no one had leisure to watch or restrain them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66290.21Worn out with this torture of thought, I rose to my knees.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83090.21Well may he eschew the calm of domestic life; it is not his element: there his faculties stagnate -- they cannot develop or appear to advantage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45440.19Now for the eyes: I had left them to the last, because they required the most careful working.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31370.19What had occurred since, calculated to change his and my relative positions?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3260.18Children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings; and if the analysis is partially effected in thought, they know not how to express the result of the process in words.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57380.17And now, no more sombre thoughts: chase dull care away, Janet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52650.17It is an old saying that 'all is not gold that glitters;' and in this case I do fear there will be something found to be different to what either you or I expect."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75590.17St. John continued - "It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51630.16"Utter it, Jane: but I wish that instead of a mere inquiry into, perhaps, a secret, it was a wish for half my estate."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50030.16If you are true, and your offer real, my only feelings to you must be gratitude and devotion -- they cannot torture."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23880.16Know, that in the course of your future life you will often find yourself elected the involuntary confidant of your acquaintances' secrets: people will instinctively find out, as I have done, that it is not your forte to tell of yourself, but to listen while others talk of themselves; they will feel, too, that you listen with no malevolent scorn of their indiscretion, but with a kind of innate sympathy; not the less comforting and encouraging because it is very unobtrusive in its manifestations."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97550.13Well, for sure!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96200.13Oh, you need not be jealous!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65050.13I said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60170.13So you shun me?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56800.13"And how were they?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36750.13You have analysed, then.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36490.13"And do you like that monotonous theme?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22430.13"Why should he shun it?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22280.13"Not now, but he has had -- or, at least, relatives.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21710.13"Has it other furniture of the same kind within?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13490.13Does it exist?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76740.41There was an enjoyment in accepting their simple kindness, and in repaying it by a consideration -- a scrupulous regard to their feelings -- to which they were not, perhaps, at all times accustomed, and which both charmed and benefited them; because, while it elevated them in their own eyes, it made them emulous to merit the deferential treatment they received.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27170.38There is no debt, benefit, burden, obligation, in the case."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27140.37Nothing else that has being would have been tolerable to me in the character of creditor for such an obligation: but you: it is different; -- I feel your benefits no burden, Jane."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38550.29it cried; and then, while the staggering and stamping went on wildly, I distinguished through plank and plaster:- "Rochester!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90330.26How he calls aloud a name, and drops his burden, and gazes on it wildly!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20330.22A reception of finished politeness would probably have confused me: I could not have returned or repaid it by answering grace and elegance on my part; but harsh caprice laid me under no obligation; on the contrary, a decent quiescence, under the freak of manner, gave me the advantage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51690.22"You are welcome to all my confidence that is worth having, Jane; but for God's sake, don't desire a useless burden!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72660.20This benefit conferred gives you an unlimited claim on my gratitude, and a claim, to a certain extent, on my confidence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16040.20"I little expected such a reception; I anticipated only coldness and stiffness: this is not like what I have heard of the treatment of governesses; but I must not exult too soon."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10120.19I 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_81850.18Were you to argue, object, and annoy me for a year, I could not forego the delicious pleasure of which I have caught a glimpse -- that of repaying, in part, a mighty obligation, and winning to myself lifelong friends."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53970.17"I have formed no supposition on the subject, sir; but I want to go on as usual for another month."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9700.13"How?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95950.13But it is useless grieving.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32960.13"What about?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21990.13"Far from it.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22870.41We were, as I have said, in the dining-room: the lustre, which had been lit for dinner, filled the room with a festal breadth of light; the large fire was all red and clear; the purple curtains hung rich and ample before the lofty window and loftier arch; everything was still, save the subdued chat of Adele (she dared not speak loud), and, filling up each pause, the beating of winter rain against the panes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1250.40A bed supported on massive pillars of mahogany, hung with curtains of deep red damask, stood out like a tabernacle in the centre; the two large windows, with their blinds always drawn down, were half shrouded in festoons and falls of similar drapery; the carpet was red; the table at the foot of the bed was covered with a crimson cloth; the walls were a soft fawn colour with a blush of pink in it; the wardrobe, the toilet-table, the chairs were of darkly polished old mahogany.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82820.40A spare parlour and bedroom I refurnished entirely, with old mahogany and crimson upholstery: I laid canvas on the passage, and carpets on the stairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72090.39There was no superfluous ornament in the room -- not one modern piece of furniture, save a brace of workboxes and a lady's desk in rosewood, which stood on a side-table: everything -- including the carpet and curtains -- looked at once well worn and well saved.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17500.39It was a large, stately apartment, with purple chairs and curtains, a Turkey carpet, walnut-panelled walls, one vast window rich in slanted glass, and a lofty ceiling, nobly moulded.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29720.36Thursday came: all work had been completed the previous evening; carpets were laid down, bed-hangings festooned, radiant white counterpanes spread, toilet tables arranged, furniture rubbed, flowers piled in vases: both chambers and saloons looked as fresh and bright as hands could make them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43950.35It was very clean and neat: the ornamental windows were hung with little white curtains; the floor was spotless; the grate and fire-irons were burnished bright, and the fire burnt clear.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17560.27She pointed to a wide arch corresponding to the window, and hung like it with a Tyrian-dyed curtain, now looped up.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95390.27"You would often see him?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25880.26I thought there were excellent materials in him; though for the present they hung together somewhat spoiled and tangled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30640.25The crimson curtain hung before the arch: slight as was the separation this drapery formed from the party in the adjoining saloon, they spoke in so low a key that nothing of their conversation could be distinguished beyond a soothing murmur.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90880.24such an immense quantity of valuable property destroyed: hardly any of the furniture could be saved.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56490.24I thought that of all the stately front nothing remained but a shell-like wall, very high and very fragile-looking.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6850.23I was carried into an inn, where the guard wanted me to have some dinner; but, as I had no appetite, he left me in an immense room with a fireplace at each end, a chandelier pendent from the ceiling, and a little red gallery high up against the wall filled with musical instruments.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82810.22Dark handsome new carpets and curtains, an arrangement of some carefully selected antique ornaments in porcelain and bronze, new coverings, and mirrors, and dressing-cases, for the toilet tables, answered the end: they looked fresh without being glaring.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32300.21"No, never: we might do what we pleased; ransack her desk and her workbox, and turn her drawers inside out; and she was so good- natured, she would give us anything we asked for."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15470.20CHAPTER XI A new chapter in a novel is something like a new scene in a play; and when I draw up the curtain this time, reader, you must fancy you see a room in the George Inn at Millcote, with such large figured papering on the walls as inn rooms have; such a carpet, such furniture, such ornaments on the mantelpiece, such prints, including a portrait of George the Third, and another of the Prince of Wales, and a representation of the death of Wolfe.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1290.19The house-maid alone came here on Saturdays, to wipe from the mirrors and the furniture a week's quiet dust: and Mrs. Reed herself, at far intervals, visited it to review the contents of a certain secret drawer in the wardrobe, where were stored divers parchments, her jewel-casket, and a miniature of her deceased husband; and in those last words lies the secret of the red-room -- the spell which kept it so lonely in spite of its grandeur.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40960.19The stillness of early morning slumbered everywhere; the curtains were yet drawn over the servants' chamber windows; little birds were just twittering in the blossom-blanched orchard trees, whose boughs drooped like white garlands over the wall enclosing one side of the yard; the carriage horses stamped from time to time in their closed stables: all else was still.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33350.19Seated on the carpet, by the side of this basin, was seen Mr. Rochester, costumed in shawls, with a turban on his head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45740.18Three hours she gave to stitching, with gold thread, the border of a square crimson cloth, almost large enough for a carpet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32130.16I see her yet in her raging passions, when we had driven her to extremities -- spilt our tea, crumbled our bread and butter, tossed our books up to the ceiling, and played a charivari with the ruler and desk, the fender and fire-irons.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17620.15"No dust, no canvas coverings: except that the air feels chilly, one would think they were inhabited daily."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93420.13A rich woman?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79670.13"Whose, then?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79300.13"But why are you come?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58280.13"Who are you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57550.13"Look at yourself in the mirror: you have not taken one peep."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44730.13she said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43670.13"Very well!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29820.13She went to the window.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2790.13"What, already up!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21370.13"A little."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20950.13"I have none."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4670.12and what large prominent teeth!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30050.28All in that region was fire and commotion; the soup and fish were in the last stage of projection, and the cook hung over her crucibles in a frame of mind and body threatening spontaneous combustion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32070.23I have just one word to say of the whole tribe; they are a nuisance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53120.19"I shall gather manna for her morning and night: the plains and hillsides in the moon are bleached with manna, Adele."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33960.45I have seen in his face a far different expression from that which hardens it now while she is so vivaciously accosting him; but then it came of itself: it was not elicited by meretricious arts and calculated manoeuvres; and one had but to accept it -- to answer what he asked without pretension, to address him when needful without grimace -- and it increased and grew kinder and more genial, and warmed one like a fostering sunbeam.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85910.27"Is she sarcastic, and sarcastic to ME!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35880.27"Why don't you consult my art?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19850.13"With whom?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76500.49he repeated, in a voice low and hollow as an echo.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85890.45He was silent after I had uttered the last sentence, and I presently risked an upward glance at his countenance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39150.44asked the voice I expected to hear, viz., my master's.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18100.42While I paced softly on, the last sound I expected to hear in so still a region, a laugh, struck my ear.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97300.41seemed spoken amongst mountains; for I heard a hill-sent echo repeat the words.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39030.39The sounds I had heard after the scream, and the words that had been uttered, had probably been heard only by me; for they had proceeded from the room above mine: but they assured me that it was not a servant's dream which had thus struck horror through the house; and that the explanation Mr. Rochester had given was merely an invention framed to pacify his guests.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82060.38Say again you will be my brother: when you uttered the words I was satisfied, happy; repeat them, if you can, repeat them sincerely."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18240.38The laugh was repeated in its low, syllabic tone, and terminated in an odd murmur.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18120.38I stopped: the sound ceased, only for an instant; it began again, louder: for at first, though distinct, it was very low.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18170.37"Did you hear that loud laugh?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86630.37I saw by his look, when he turned to me, that they were always written on the air between me and him; whenever I spoke, they sounded in my voice to his ear, and their echo toned every answer he gave me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9460.36Now, mine continually rove away; when I should be listening to Miss Scatcherd, and collecting all she says with assiduity, often I lose the very sound of her voice; I fall into a sort of dream.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71870.36Diana had a voice toned, to my ear, like the cooing of a dove.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97260.35a voice -- I cannot tell whence the voice came, but I know whose voice it was -- replied, 'I am coming: wait for me;' and a moment after, went whispering on the wind the words -- 'Where are you?'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27660.35"I did," said I, dropping my voice, so that Leah, who was still polishing the panes, could not hear me, "and at first I thought it was Pilot: but Pilot cannot laugh; and I am certain I heard a laugh, and a strange one."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88990.33I saw nothing, but I heard a voice somewhere cry - "Jane!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84490.33Strange words of a strange love!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70500.33They would whisper sentences of this sort at my bedside - "It is very well we took her in."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48840.33I did not cry so as to be heard, however; I avoided sobbing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95980.33"Jane, I ever like your tone of voice: it still renews hope, it sounds so truthful.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72910.33"I did say so; and it is the name by which I think it expedient to be called at present, but it is not my real name, and when I hear it, it sounds strange to me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72190.33He did not speak to me one word, nor even direct to me one glance, till his sisters returned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60700.33"Sir, I do not wish to act against you," I said; and my unsteady voice warned me to curtail my sentence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18590.33which, when first heard, had thrilled me: I heard, too, her eccentric murmurs; stranger than her laugh.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39450.33He made some sort of arrangement without speaking, though I heard a low voice address him: he came out and closed the door behind him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2150.33I heard voices, too, speaking with a hollow sound, and as if muffled by a rush of wind or water: agitation, uncertainty, and an all-predominating sense of terror confused my faculties.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84620.31I felt as if an awful charm was framing round and gathering over me: I trembled to hear some fatal word spoken which would at once declare and rivet the spell.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50140.31"Come to me -- come to me entirely now," said he; and added, in his deepest tone, speaking in my ear as his cheek was laid on mine, "Make my happiness -- I will make yours."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58060.31Profound silence fell when he had uttered that word, with deep but low intonation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68590.30When, therefore, a voice broke the strange stillness at last, it was audible enough to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27210.30Strange energy was in his voice, strange fire in his look.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18110.30It was a curious laugh; distinct, formal, mirthless.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93380.29he cried: "I should never dream that.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56670.29I again cried: and still it was silent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43340.29I am curious to hear it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28090.29She looked up with a sort of start.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26610.29No; what the deuce would you call her for?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24460.29"'Let it be right' -- the very words: you have pronounced them."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1070.29"Don't take them off," I cried; "I will not stir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32000.28Then, in a lower tone, but still loud enough for me to hear, "I noticed her; I am a judge of physiognomy, and in hers I see all the faults of her class."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_300.28cried the voice of John Reed; then he paused: he found the room apparently empty.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26130.28This was a demoniac laugh -- low, suppressed, and deep -- uttered, as it seemed, at the very keyhole of my chamber door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14030.28There is something in that," I soliloquised (mentally, be it understood; I did not talk aloud), "I know there is, because it does not sound too sweet; it is not like such words as Liberty, Excitement, Enjoyment: delightful sounds truly; but no more than sounds for me; and so hollow and fleeting that it is mere waste of time to listen to them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88370.28The succeeding words thrilled me strangely as he spoke them: especially as I felt, by the slight, indescribable alteration in sound, that in uttering them, his eye had turned on me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_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_63030.28Sometimes, for a fleeting moment, I thought I caught a glance, heard a tone, beheld a form, which announced the realisation of my dream: but I was presently undeserved.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34640.28The footman who brought the coal, in going out, stopped near Mr. Eshton's chair, and said something to him in a low voice, of which I heard only the words, "old woman," -- "quite troublesome."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97190.27If any listener had heard me, he would have thought me mad: I pronounced them with such frantic energy."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93590.27The world may laugh -- may call me absurd, selfish -- but it does not signify.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58730.27Some have whispered to you that she is my bastard half-sister: some, my cast-off mistress.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68250.46I lay still a while: the night-wind swept over the hill and over me, and died moaning in the distance; the rain fell fast, wetting me afresh to the skin.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69660.43"Well, how wet and cold you must be, such a wild night as it is!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62510.42"A wind fresh from Europe blew over the ocean and rushed through the open casement: the storm broke, streamed, thundered, blazed, and the air grew pure.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90510.38Winter snows, I thought, had drifted through that void arch, winter rains beaten in at those hollow casements; for, amidst the drenched piles of rubbish, spring had cherished vegetation: grass and weed grew here and there between the stones and fallen rafters.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66070.36If a gust of wind swept the waste, I looked up, fearing it was the rush of a bull; if a plover whistled, I imagined it a man.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56150.34But, sir, as it grew dark, the wind rose: it blew yesterday evening, not as it blows now -- wild and high -- but 'with a sullen, moaning sound' far more eerie.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83230.31They were stiff with their long and jolting drive from Whitcross, and chilled with the frosty night air; but their pleasant countenances expanded to the cheerful firelight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46130.30The rain beat strongly against the panes, the wind blew tempestuously: "One lies there," I thought, "who will soon be beyond the war of earthly elements.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10.29We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_140.28Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48850.28The thought of Mrs. O'Gall and Bitternutt Lodge struck cold to my heart; and colder the thought of all the brine and foam, destined, as it seemed, to rush between me and the master at whose side I now walked, and coldest the remembrance of the wider ocean -- wealth, caste, custom intervened between me and what I naturally and inevitably loved.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1610.28I heard the rain still beating continuously on the staircase window, and the wind howling in the grove behind the hall; I grew by degrees cold as a stone, and then my courage sank.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55290.27"Rain and wind, indeed!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50390.27The rain rushed down.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12320.26Spring drew on: she was indeed already come; the frosts of winter had ceased; its snows were melted, its cutting winds ameliorated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91970.25To this house I came just ere dark on an evening marked by the characteristics of sad sky, cold gale, and continued small penetrating rain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73020.25"My sisters, you see, have a pleasure in keeping you," said Mr. St. John, "as they would have a pleasure in keeping and cherishing a half-frozen bird, some wintry wind might have driven through their casement.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7220.24I was too tired even to dream; I only once awoke to hear the wind rave in furious gusts, and the rain fall in torrents, and to be sensible that Miss Miller had taken her place by my side.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79140.24The next day a keen wind brought fresh and blinding falls; by twilight the valley was drifted up and almost impassable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12370.24How different had this scene looked when I viewed it laid out beneath the iron sky of winter, stiffened in frost, shrouded with snow!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65800.24I was weeping wildly as I walked along my solitary way: fast, fast I went like one delirious.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95210.24I perceived, of course, the drift of my interlocutor.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79810.23They left a daughter, which, at its very birth, Charity received in her lap -- cold as that of the snow-drift I almost stuck fast in to-night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70920.23Prejudices, 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_93150.22"You touch me, sir, -- you hold me, and fast enough: I am not cold like a corpse, nor vacant like air, am I?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89490.22It was the first of June; yet the morning was overcast and chilly: rain beat fast on my casement.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57400.22and there is no more beating of rain against the window-panes: look here" (he lifted up the curtain) -- "it is a lovely night!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50450.22"Hasten to take off your wet things," said he; "and before you go, good-night -- good-night, my darling!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54860.21I sought the orchard, driven to its shelter by the wind, which all day had blown strong and full from the south, without, however, bringing a speck of rain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56880.21"Of the foul German spectre -- the Vampyre."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56550.21The blast blew so strong I could not stand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83760.21"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_67880.21As the wet twilight deepened, I stopped in a solitary bridle-path, which I had been pursuing an hour or more.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9020.20as it was, I derived from both a strange excitement, and reckless and feverish, I wished the wind to howl more wildly, the gloom to deepen to darkness, and the confusion to rise to clamour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16220.20I'm sure last winter (it was a very severe one, if you recollect, and when it did not snow, it rained and blew), not a creature but the butcher and postman came to the house, from November till February; and I really got quite melancholy with sitting night after night alone; I had Leah in to read to me sometimes; but I don't think the poor girl liked the task much: she felt it confining.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79290.19"One drift took me up to the waist; happily the snow is quite soft yet."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55280.19I could not bear to wait in the house for you, especially with this rain and wind."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79130.18CHAPTER XXXIII When Mr. St. John went, it was beginning to snow; the whirling storm continued all night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46050.18Georgiana took out her handkerchief and blew her nose for an hour afterwards; Eliza sat cold, impassable, and assiduously industrious.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50510.18But joy soon effaced every other feeling; and loud as the wind blew, near and deep as the thunder crashed, fierce and frequent as the lightning gleamed, cataract-like as the rain fell during a storm of two hours' duration, I experienced no fear and little awe.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86710.18HE experienced no suffering from estrangement -- no yearning after reconciliation; and though, more than once, my fast falling tears blistered the page over which we both bent, they produced no more effect on him than if his heart had been really a matter of stone or metal.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54790.17"I am feverish: I hear the wind blowing: I will go out of doors and feel it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19800.17I caressed him, and he wagged his great tail; but he looked an eerie creature to be alone with, and I could not tell whence he had come.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10060.17At the close of the afternoon service we returned by an exposed and hilly road, where the bitter winter wind, blowing over a range of snowy summits to the north, almost flayed the skin from our faces.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40000.16He moaned so, and looked so weak, wild, and lost, I feared he was dying; and I might not even speak to him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28370.15Having completed her task, she rose to draw down the blind, which she had hitherto kept up, by way, I suppose, of making the most of daylight, though dusk was now fast deepening into total obscurity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90440.15The grim blackness of the stones told by what fate the Hall had fallen -- by conflagration: but how kindled?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9000.14On the evening of the day on which I had seen Miss Scatcherd flog her pupil, Burns, I wandered as usual among the forms and tables and laughing groups without a companion, yet not feeling lonely: when I passed the windows, I now and then lifted a blind, and looked out; it snowed fast, a drift was already forming against the lower panes; putting my ear close to the window, I could distinguish from the gleeful tumult within, the disconsolate moan of the wind outside.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93910.14"But you shall have some to-night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80830.14-- to-night!"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71510.40"I believe," she said, "I was quite mista'en in my thoughts of you: but there is so mony cheats goes about, you mun forgie me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32030.29"I will tell you in your private ear," replied she, wagging her turban three times with portentous significancy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92640.26Pilot 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_21190.13No!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48440.41I 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_79800.34(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_47660.32-- but I'd as soon offer to take hold of a blue ignis fatuus light in a marsh.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68160.32"That is an ignis fatuus," was my first thought; and I expected it would soon vanish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54500.32"I would be quiet if he liked, and as to talking rationally, I flattered myself I was doing that now."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22960.26there is something singular about you," said he: "you have the air of a little nonnette; quaint, quiet, grave, and simple, as you sit with your hands before you, and your eyes generally bent on the carpet (except, by-the-bye, when they are directed piercingly to my face; as just now, for instance); and when one asks you a question, or makes a remark to which you are obliged to reply, you rap out a round rejoinder, which, if not blunt, is at least brusque.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64660.24The soul, fortunately, has an interpreter -- often an unconscious, but still a truthful interpreter -- in the eye.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54490.23"Would I be quiet and talk rationally?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2440.22"Something passed her, all dressed in white, and vanished" -- "A great black dog behind him" -- "Three loud raps on the chamber door" -- "A light in the churchyard just over his grave," &c. &c. At last both slept: the fire and the candle went out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90810.21Since he was not in the grave, I could bear, I thought, to learn that he was at the Antipodes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43250.13Take your wages."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36510.13"Nothing to you?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63990.32I was experiencing an ordeal: a hand of fiery iron grasped my vitals.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85070.29My iron shroud contracted round me; persuasion advanced with slow sure step.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40660.21What a mercy you are shod with velvet, Jane!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18660.21October, November, December passed away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38470.20Indeed, 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_60930.19I have a place to repair to, which will be a secure sanctuary from hateful reminiscences, from unwelcome intrusion -- even from falsehood and slander."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59860.19I should fear even to cross his path now: my view must be hateful to him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62390.17"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_20080.17In the clear embers I was tracing a view, not unlike a picture I remembered to have seen of the castle of Heidelberg, on the Rhine, when Mrs. Fairfax came in, breaking up by her entrance the fiery mosaic I had been piercing together, and scattering too some heavy unwelcome thoughts that were beginning to throng on my solitude.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85720.13"You cannot -- you ought not.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76560.13She went one way; he another.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6170.13"What!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10400.13How is this?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41270.30"But I had fastened the door -- I had the key in my pocket: I should have been a careless shepherd if I had left a lamb -- my pet lamb -- so near a wolf's den, unguarded: you were safe."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37200.28I should wish now to protract this moment ad infinitum; but I dare not.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71000.26Turning to me, as she took some loaves from the oven, she asked bluntly - "Did you ever go a-begging afore you came here?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60320.24If the man who had but one little ewe lamb that was dear to him as a daughter, that ate of his bread and drank of his cup, and lay in his bosom, had by some mistake slaughtered it at the shambles, he would not have rued his bloody blunder more than I now rue mine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39660.24Mr. Rochester put the now bloody sponge into my hand, and I proceeded to use it as he had done.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29040.19Open their bleared lids and look on your own accursed senselessness!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2470.36Yes, Mrs. Reed, to you I owe some fearful pangs of mental suffering, but I ought to forgive you, for you knew not what you did: while rending my heart-strings, you thought you were only uprooting my bad propensities.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64740.24If I tear, if I rend the slight prison, my outrage will only let the captive loose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60460.18"If I could go out of life now, without too sharp a pang, it would be well for me," I thought; "then I should not have to make the effort of cracking my heart-strings in rending them from among Mr. Rochester's.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50500.16Still, when I reached my chamber, I felt a pang at the idea she should even temporarily misconstrue what she had seen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82380.13"What now?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74390.13"What?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_730.13"Did she say that to me?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30000.80"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_20010.75"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_28120.73"Vos doigts tremblent comme la feuille, et vos joues sont rouges: mais, rouges comme des cerises!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20020.69Monsieur 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_20030.61J'ai dit qu'oui: car c'est vrai, n'est-ce pas, mademoiselle?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30690.56"Est-ce que je ne puis pas prendrie une seule de ces fleurs magnifiques, mademoiselle?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53150.43"Oh, qu' elle y sera mal -- peu comfortable!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30020.42"Mais oui, mademoiselle: voile cinq ou six heures que nous n'avons pas mange."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17290.42Assuming an attitude, she began, "La Ligue des Rats: fable de La Fontaine."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28100.42"Qu' avez-vous, mademoiselle?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17330.42"Yes, and she just used to say it in this way: 'Qu' avez vous donc?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20440.42As 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_53440.41Whereupon 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_18370.38adding, "J'ai bien faim, moi!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24770.35And 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_24760.35Tenez, je crois que je vais danser!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17340.35lui dit un de ces rats; parlez!'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32650.32"Gardez-vous en bien!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16920.32"C'est le ma gouverante!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24730.26"Est-ce que ma robe va bien?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24650.21'Il faut que je l'essaie!'

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96980.35He sees not as man sees, but far clearer: judges not as man judges, but far more wisely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17280.35This achieved, she jumped from my knee and said, "Now, Mademoiselle, I will repeat you some poetry."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59420.22Compare these clear eyes with the red balls yonder -- this face with that mask -- this form with that bulk; then judge me, priest of the gospel and man of the law, and remember with what judgment ye judge ye shall be judged!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10130.21The 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_58880.20You shall see what sort of a being I was cheated into espousing, and judge whether or not I had a right to break the compact, and seek sympathy with something at least human.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53100.20"Yes," he replied, "absolutely sans mademoiselle; for I am to take mademoiselle to the moon, and there I shall seek a cave in one of the white valleys among the volcano-tops, and mademoiselle shall live with me there, and only me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53090.19Adele heard him, and asked if she was to go to school "sans mademoiselle?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51460.19You don't talk very wisely just now; any more than those gentlemen acted very wisely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66940.13"Nay; she couldn't say."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53250.13If I were mademoiselle, I would never consent to go with you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31280.13Again the arch yawns; they come.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17070.13And Mademoiselle -- what is your name?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38630.13what is it?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58820.45I had a charming partner -- pure, wise, modest: you can fancy I was a happy man.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33980.45I do not think she will manage it; and yet it might be managed; and his wife might, I verily believe, be the very happiest woman the sun shines on."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96080.39He wanted to marry me only because he thought I should make a suitable missionary's wife, which she would not have done.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76210.39Flushed and kindled thus, he looked nearly as beautiful for a man as she for a woman.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60720.37You have as good as said that I am a married man -- as a married man you will shun me, keep out of my way: just now you have refused to kiss me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14580.36Not 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_58380.35"That -- if a genuine document -- may prove I have been married, but it does not prove that the woman mentioned therein as my wife is still living."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54660.32He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77100.32I was, however, good, clever, composed, and firm, like him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93540.30I 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_42470.30She was three days without speaking; but last Tuesday she seemed rather better: she appeared as if she wanted to say something, and kept making signs to my wife and mumbling.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78630.29He had not imagined that a woman would dare to speak so to a man.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49650.29"But, Jane, I summon you as my wife: it is you only I intend to marry."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40730.29It is not a thing to be used indiscriminately, but it is good upon occasion: as now, for instance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94420.27"A good idea!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87130.27"I SHOULD KILL YOU -- I AM KILLING YOU?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87100.27If I were to marry you, you would kill me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84770.27A missionary's wife you must -- shall be.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8340.27"Is he a good man?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68180.27"Is it, then, a bonfire just kindled?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4450.27-- a man or a woman?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33970.27How will she manage to please him when they are married?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84750.26He continued - "God and nature intended you for a missionary's wife.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29050.26It 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_85690.26Again I tell you it is not the insignificant private individual -- the mere man, with the man's selfish senses -- I wish to mate: it is the missionary."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76690.26The rapidity of their progress, in some instances, was even surprising; and an honest and happy pride I took in it: besides, I began personally to like some of the best girls; and they liked me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87320.24"I before proved to you the absurdity of a single woman of your age proposing to accompany abroad a single man of mine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98130.24Both Captain Fitzjames and Mr. Wharton love their wives, and are loved by them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54450.24"Would I forgive him for the selfish idea, and prove my pardon by a reconciling kiss?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23840.24Nature meant me to be, on the whole, a good man, Miss Eyre; one of the better kind, and you see I am not so.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96650.24To be your wife is, for me, to be as happy as I can be on earth."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95430.24I know they would be clever, for you are a talented creature!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94910.24"He was a very good man, sir; I could not help liking him."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85400.24As his sister, I might accompany him -- not as his wife: I will tell him so."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78390.24Rosamond a missionary's wife?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41940.24"For instance, the night before I am married!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31990.24said her Ladyship, "I hope it may do her good!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86680.23I 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_34540.23Louisa said he was "a love of a creature," and she "adored him;" and Mary instanced his "pretty little mouth, and nice nose," as her ideal of the charming.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91350.22He was not a man given to wine, or cards, or racing, as some are, and he was not so very handsome; but he had a courage and a will of his own, if ever man had.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87430.22With me, then, it seems, you cannot go: but if you are sincere in your offer, I will, while in town, speak to a married missionary, whose wife needs a coadjutor.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86390.22Refuse to be my wife, and you limit yourself for ever to a track of selfish ease and barren obscurity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86110.22"I repeat I freely consent to go with you as your fellow-missionary, but not as your wife; I cannot marry you and become part of you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85520.22I did consider; and still my sense, such as it was, directed me only to the fact that we did not love each other as man and wife should: and therefore it inferred we ought not to marry.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49460.22"Yes, so, sir," I rejoined: "and yet not so; for you are a married man -- or as good as a married man, and wed to one inferior to you -- to one with whom you have no sympathy -- whom I do not believe you truly love; for I have seen and heard you sneer at her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78550.21She will forget me; and will marry, probably, some one who will make her far happier than I should do."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73490.21I think, moreover, that Nature was not to him that treasury of delight it was to his sisters.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72760.21I obtained a good situation, and was happy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55850.21What do you fear?- -that I shall not prove a good husband?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28750.21"It appears not: I fancy neither she nor her sister have very large fortunes.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_190.38The words in these introductory pages connected themselves with the succeeding vignettes, and gave significance to the rock standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the broken boat stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly moon glancing through bars of cloud at a wreck just sinking.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27340.34Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36140.28She arched her face to the palm, and pored over it without touching it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21780.28The first represented clouds low and livid, rolling over a swollen sea: all the distance was in eclipse; so, too, was the foreground; or rather, the nearest billows, for there was no land.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_210.26The two ships becalmed on a torpid sea, I believed to be marine phantoms.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30260.26The hall lamp was now lit, and it amused her to look over the balustrade and watch the servants passing backwards and forwards.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52840.24The carriage was ready: they were bringing it round to the front, and my master was on the pavement, Pilot following him backwards and forwards.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78730.24THAT is just as fixed as a rock, firm set in the depths of a restless sea.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56040.20I walked a little while on the pavement after tea, thinking of you; and I beheld you in imagination so near me, I scarcely missed your actual presence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44630.18I 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_34240.17I 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_43210.16He took the purse, poured the hoard into his palm, and chuckled over it as if its scantiness amused him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74620.15Both the sisters seemed struck: not shocked or appalled; the tidings appeared in their eyes rather momentous than afflicting.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81200.13"My aunt, consequently?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66890.13I must do something.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33590.13"Alas!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22120.13There!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66580.36Recalled 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_83180.21It was now dark; but a rumbling of wheels was audible.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84500.21An austere patriot's passion for his fatherland!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25490.20Neither of them possessed energy or wit to belabour me soundly, but they insulted me as coarsely as they could in their little way: especially Celine, who even waxed rather brilliant on my personal defects -- deformities she termed them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82500.13He took it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41220.13"I do, very much."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7660.46She stood at the bottom of the long room, on the hearth; for there was a fire at each end; she surveyed the two rows of girls silently and gravely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20220.44Two 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_2180.42In 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_54960.37Then 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_47310.37The west, too, was warm: no watery gleam chilled it -- it seemed as if there was a fire lit, an altar burning behind its screen of marbled vapour, and out of apertures shone a golden redness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6960.35I stood and warmed my numbed fingers over the blaze, then I looked round; there was no candle, but the uncertain light from the hearth showed, by intervals, papered walls, carpet, curtains, shining mahogany furniture: it was a parlour, not so spacious or splendid as the drawing-room at Gateshead, but comfortable enough.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2190.34It 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_7200.33To-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_30630.33We found the apartment vacant; a large fire burning silently on the marble hearth, and wax candles shining in bright solitude, amid the exquisite flowers with which the tables were adorned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35710.32I stood on the rug and warmed my hands, which were rather cold with sitting at a distance from the drawing-room fire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84960.32I am sensible of no light kindling -- no life quickening -- no voice counselling or cheering.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39100.32Not liking to sit in the cold and darkness, I thought I would lie down on my bed, dressed as I was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35940.32You are cold, because you are alone: no contact strikes the fire from you that is in you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91380.30"Yes, indeed was he; and he went up to the attics when all was burning above and below, and got the servants out of their beds and helped them down himself, and went back to get his mad wife out of her cell.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19770.30I hastened to Mrs. Fairfax's room; there was a fire there too, but no candle, and no Mrs. Fairfax.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35700.29An 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_27580.29"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_59040.29In 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_56940.29Just at my bedside, the figure stopped: the fiery eyes glared upon me -- she thrust up her candle close to my face, and extinguished it under my eyes.
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_53130.28"She will want to warm herself: what will she do for a fire?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50430.28The lamp was lit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2760.28She might as well have said to the fire, "don't burn!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92620.27This parlour looked gloomy: a neglected handful of fire burnt low in the grate; and, leaning over it, with his head supported against the high, old-fashioned mantelpiece, appeared the blind tenant of the room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90890.26The fire broke out at dead of night, and before the engines arrived from Millcote, the building was one mass of flame.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11910.26How pretty, to my eyes, did the china cups and bright teapot look, placed on the little round table near the fire!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56620.26There was a light in the dressing-table, and the door of the closet, where, before going to bed, I had hung my wedding-dress and veil, stood open; I heard a rustling there.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19750.24This ruddy shine issued from the great dining-room, whose two-leaved door stood open, and showed a genial fire in the grate, glancing on marble hearth and brass fire-irons, and revealing purple draperies and polished furniture, in the most pleasant radiance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9030.24Jumping 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_7240.24I too rose reluctantly; it was bitter cold, and I dressed as well as I could for shivering, and washed when there was a basin at liberty, which did not occur soon, as there was but one basin to six girls, on the stands down the middle of the room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69800.24Presently I stood within that clean, bright kitchen -- on the very hearth -- trembling, sickening; conscious of an aspect in the last degree ghastly, wild, and weather-beaten.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30100.24Presently the chambers gave up their fair tenants one after another: each came out gaily and airily, with dress that gleamed lustrous through the dusk.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94550.24His countenance reminded one of a lamp quenched, waiting to be re-lit -- and alas!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69170.24she inquired, in a voice of surprise, as she surveyed me by the light of the candle she held.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56170.24I came into this room, and the sight of the empty chair and fireless hearth chilled me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44230.24The gaping wound of my wrongs, too, was now quite healed; and the flame of resentment extinguished.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26270.24Tongues of flame darted round the bed: the curtains were on fire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91230.24They say she had nearly burnt her husband in his bed once: but I don't know about that.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57330.24"And there is room enough in Adele's little bed for you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4740.24"And should you like to fall into that pit, and to be burning there for ever?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4730.24"A pit full of fire."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26760.24I was left in total darkness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4090.24I 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_34630.23Mr. 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_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_80950.22"Whereas I am hot, and fire dissolves ice.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71990.22"Besides, the fire is too hot for you," interposed Mary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62010.22They showed her to me in parties, splendidly dressed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27420.22"It is always dangerous to keep a candle lit at night."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93930.21Summoning Mary, I soon had the room in more cheerful order: I prepared him, likewise, a comfortable repast.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97970.36And there was a pleasure in my services, most full, most exquisite, even though sad -- because he claimed these services without painful shame or damping humiliation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72670.34I will tell you as much of the history of the wanderer you have harboured, as I can tell without compromising my own peace of mind -- my own security, moral and physical, and that of others.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1620.30My habitual mood of humiliation, self-doubt, forlorn depression, fell damp on the embers of my decaying ire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67610.30Some say there is enjoyment in looking back to painful experience past; but at this day I can scarcely bear to review the times to which I allude: the moral degradation, blent with the physical suffering, form too distressing a recollection ever to be willingly dwelt on.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87050.27I adhere to my resolution."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86990.27You adhere to that resolution?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22030.27As to the thoughts, they are elfish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87220.24I knew the steely ire I had whetted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36840.24"Never mind: I came here to inquire, not to confess.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87580.21Long since you ought to have crushed it: now you should blush to allude to it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64590.21If at my individual convenience I might break them, what would be their worth?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86670.20It kept up a slow fire of indignation and a trembling trouble of grief, which harassed and crushed me altogether.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23670.20"And will you consent to dispense with a great many conventional forms and phrases, without thinking that the omission arises from insolence?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25150.19Pain, shame, ire, impatience, disgust, detestation, seemed momentarily to hold a quivering conflict in the large pupil dilating under his ebon eyebrow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96240.19Again, as he kissed me, painful thoughts darkened his aspect.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5880.18Willingly would I now have gone and asked Mrs. Reed's pardon; but I knew, partly from experience and partly from instinct, that was the way to make her repulse me with double scorn, thereby re-exciting every turbulent impulse of my nature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87550.18"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_25790.17I felt at times as if he were my relation rather than my master: yet he was imperious sometimes still; but I did not mind that; I saw it was his way.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54880.17It was not without a certain wild pleasure I ran before the wind, delivering my trouble of mind to the measureless air-torrent thundering through space.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9960.14The fear of failure in these points harassed me worse than the physical hardships of my lot; though these were no trifles.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93040.13WHAT is it?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_930.13for shame!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_920.13"For shame!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91300.13"What!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90970.13Indeed, I should say it was ascertained beyond a doubt.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86010.13it would never do!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80520.13Perhaps now you will ask how much you are worth?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70820.13I was spared the humiliation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40480.13There!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39780.13Then my own thoughts worried me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39290.13"Yes."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43720.36"Shall you come down to the drawing-room after dinner?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90.35A breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, I slipped in there.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33340.33The drawing-room, as I have before observed, was raised two steps above the dining-room, and on the top of the upper step, placed a yard or two back within the room, appeared a large marble basin -- which I recognised as an ornament of the conservatory -- where it usually stood, surrounded by exotics, and tenanted by gold fish -- and whence it must have been transported with some trouble, on account of its size and weight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30620.32Fortunately there was another entrance to the drawing-room than that through the saloon where they were all seated at dinner.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66220.29I said my evening prayers at its conclusion, and then chose my couch.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17540.27"Yes; this is the dining-room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29730.27The hall, too, was scoured; and the great carved clock, as well as the steps and banisters of the staircase, were polished to the brightness of glass; in the dining-room, the sideboard flashed resplendent with plate; in the drawing-room and boudoir, vases of exotics bloomed on all sides.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16350.26My couch had no thorns in it that night; my solitary room no fears.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30520.25You must go into the drawing-room while it is empty, before the ladies leave the dinner-table; choose your seat in any quiet nook you like; you need not stay long after the gentlemen come in, unless you please: just let Mr. Rochester see you are there and then slip away -- nobody will notice you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44240.24"You shall go into the breakfast-room first," said Bessie, as she preceded me through the hall; "the young ladies will be there."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30420.24let her come into the drawing-room after dinner; and request Miss Eyre to accompany her.'"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27330.24I regained my couch, but never thought of sleep.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4380.23For nearly three months, I had never been called to Mrs. Reed's presence; restricted so long to the nursery, the breakfast, dining, and drawing-rooms were become for me awful regions, on which it dismayed me to intrude.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38010.22"Fetch me now, Jane, a glass of wine from the dining-room: they will be at supper there; and tell me if Mason is with them, and what he is doing."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35550.20Pressed for further explanation, they declared she had told them of things they had said and done when they were mere children; described books and ornaments they had in their boudoirs at home: keepsakes that different relations had presented to them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38340.19I sought Mr. Mason, delivered the message, and preceded him from the room: I ushered him into the library, and then I went upstairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32920.19"Return to the drawing-room: you are deserting too early."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68920.18said she, "it fair troubles me to go into yond' room now: it looks so lonesome wi' the chair empty and set back in a corner."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1310.17My 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_78220.14And now it is deluged with a nectarous flood -- the young germs swamped -- delicious poison cankering them: now I see myself stretched on an ottoman in the drawing-room at Vale Hall at my bride Rosamond Oliver's feet: she is talking to me with her sweet voice -- gazing down on me with those eyes your skilful hand has copied so well -- smiling at me with these coral lips.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10260.14I listened too; and as I happened to be seated quite at the top of the room, I caught most of what he said: its import relieved me from immediate apprehension.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92780.13Who is this?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78130.13"DOES she like me?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72530.13"Where did you last reside?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55390.13"I wanted you: but don't boast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50020.13"How can I do that?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35350.13asked Mary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23750.13"And so may you," I thought.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15410.13"So he went?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15290.13"I can."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77120.11One evening, while, with her usual child-like activity, and thoughtless yet not offensive inquisitiveness, she was rummaging the cupboard and the table-drawer of my little kitchen, she discovered first two French books, a volume of Schiller, a German grammar and dictionary, and then my drawing-materials and some sketches, including a pencil-head of a pretty little cherub-like girl, one of my scholars, and sundry views from nature, taken in the Vale of Morton and on the surrounding moors.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91220.36It is excusable, for she had a hard life of it: but still it was dangerous; for when Mrs. Poole was fast asleep after the gin and water, the mad lady, who was as cunning as a witch, would take the keys out of her pocket, let herself out of her chamber, and go roaming about the house, doing any wild mischief that came into her head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23650.32Well then, on that mercenary ground, will you agree to let me hector a little?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84410.30I 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_39760.30Amidst all this, I had to listen as well as watch: to listen for the movements of the wild beast or the fiend in yonder side den.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62660.28Glad was I when I at last got her to Thornfield, and saw her safely lodged in that third-storey room, of whose secret inner cabinet she has now for ten years made a wild beast's den -- a goblin's cell.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60830.27If you were mad, do you think I should hate you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48400.27The moth roamed away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9720.26"It is not violence that best overcomes hate -- nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57810.26I wanted to see the invisible thing on which, as we went along, he appeared to fasten a glance fierce and fell.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5650.26It seemed as if an invisible bond had burst, and that I had struggled out into unhoped-for liberty.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54590.26It was all right: at present I decidedly preferred these fierce favours to anything more tender.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62430.24I was physically influenced by the atmosphere and scene, and my ears were filled with the curses the maniac still shrieked out; wherein she momentarily mingled my name with such a tone of demon-hate, with such language!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60820.24"Jane, my little darling (so I will call you, for so you are), you don't know what you are talking about; you misjudge me again: it is not because she is mad I hate her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59360.24The operation was performed amidst the fiercest yells and the most convulsive plunges.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60790.21"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_22820.21I have forbidden Adele to talk to me about her presents, and she is bursting with repletion: have the goodness to serve her as auditress and interlocutrice; it will be one of the most benevolent acts you ever performed."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41840.21"Little friend," said he, in quite a changed tone -- while his face changed too, losing all its softness and gravity, and becoming harsh and sarcastic -- "you have noticed my tender penchant for Miss Ingram: don't you think if I married her she would regenerate me with a vengeance?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51220.19Ten years since, I flew through Europe half mad; with disgust, hate, and rage as my companions: now I shall revisit it healed and cleansed, with a very angel as my comforter."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61190.19His voice was hoarse; his look that of a man who is just about to burst an insufferable bond and plunge headlong into wild license.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53050.16She then peeped round to where I sat; so stern a neighbour was too restrictive to him, in his present fractious mood, she dared whisper no observations, nor ask of him any information.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60770.16I charged them to conceal from you, before I ever saw you, all knowledge of the curse of the place; merely because I feared Adele never would have a governess to stay if she knew with what inmate she was housed, and my plans would not permit me to remove the maniac elsewhere -- though I possess an old house, Ferndean Manor, even more retired and hidden than this, where I could have lodged her safely enough, had not a scruple about the unhealthiness of the situation, in the heart of a wood, made my conscience recoil from the arrangement.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60750.14"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_92190.13to him invisible.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_800.13Rat!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69290.13"No, not I.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64880.13You will not be my comforter, my rescuer?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58340.13"Certainly."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27790.13"Fiend!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76110.34It seemed to me that Mr. St. John's under lip protruded, and his upper lip curled a moment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22830.30Adele, indeed, no sooner saw Mrs. Fairfax, than she summoned her to her sofa, and there quickly filled her lap with the porcelain, the ivory, the waxen contents of her "boite;" pouring out, meantime, explanations and raptures in such broken English as she was mistress of.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83560.24suggested Mary, the words seeming to escape her lips involuntarily: for no sooner had she uttered them, than she made a gesture as if wishing to recall them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69530.24Not 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_87500.24you are afraid of yourself," he said, curling his lip.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61760.24burst involuntarily from my lips.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57950.24Our place was taken at the communion rails.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79450.23He 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_75100.22Some of them are unmannered, rough, intractable, as well as ignorant; but others are docile, have a wish to learn, and evince a disposition that pleases me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58200.21The speaker came forward and leaned on the rails.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64750.19Conqueror I might be of the house; but the inmate would escape to heaven before I could call myself possessor of its clay dwelling-place.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92200.19It was a sudden meeting, and one in which rapture was kept well in check by pain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87210.19That bloodless lip quivered to a temporary spasm.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29510.17Still, now and then, I received a damping check to my cheerfulness; and was, in spite of myself, thrown back on the region of doubts and portents, and dark conjectures.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73030.16I feel more inclination to put you in the way of keeping yourself, and shall endeavour to do so; but observe, my sphere is narrow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35910.15Having indulged a while in this sedative, she raised her bent body, took the pipe from her lips, and while gazing steadily at the fire, said very deliberately -- "You are cold; you are sick; and you are silly."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32310.14"I suppose, now," said Miss Ingram, curling her lip sarcastically, "we shall have an abstract of the memoirs of all the governesses extant: in order to avert such a visitation, I again move the introduction of a new topic.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98020.13I had.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51670.13I would much rather have all your confidence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49920.13Say yes, quickly."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21170.13"Oh, no."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18010.13for she was moving away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16690.13"Who is he?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15040.13"What does he look like?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40760.12"That will do; -- now wet the lip of the phial."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33810.34Too often she betrayed this, by the undue vent she gave to a spiteful antipathy she had conceived against little Adele: pushing her away with some contumelious epithet if she happened to approach her; sometimes ordering her from the room, and always treating her with coldness and acrimony.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5520.32I will never come to see you when I am grown up; and if any one asks me how I liked you, and how you treated me, I will say the very thought of you makes me sick, and that you treated me with miserable cruelty."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59830.27I would not ascribe vice to him; I would not say he had betrayed me; but the attribute of stainless truth was gone from his idea, and from his presence I must go: THAT I perceived well.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40270.27"Oh, it was frightful!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62200.25I lived with that woman upstairs four years, and before that time she had tried me indeed: her character ripened and developed with frightful rapidity; her vices sprang up fast and rank: they were so strong, only cruelty could check them, and I would not use cruelty.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54630.22"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_46560.20I could not forget your conduct to me, Jane -- the fury with which you once turned on me; the tone in which you declared you abhorred me the worst of anybody in the world; the unchildlike look and voice with which you affirmed that the very thought of me made you sick, and asserted that I had treated you with miserable cruelty.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67140.19In what way could it possibly be the interest of the inhabitants of that dwelling to serve me?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63100.17Any enjoyment that bordered on riot seemed to approach me to her and her vices, and I eschewed it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61240.15The crisis was perilous; but not without its charm: such as the Indian, perhaps, feels when he slips over the rapid in his canoe.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4060.13When 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_63800.13I was now too fond of you often to simulate the first whim; and, when I stretched my hand out cordially, such bloom and light and bliss rose to your young, wistful features, I had much ado often to avoid straining you then and there to my heart."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68710.70'Ich wage die Gedanken in der Schale meines Zornes und die Werke mit dem Gewichte meines Grimms.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68650.41At a later day, I knew the language and the book; therefore, I will here quote the line: though, when I first heard it, it was only like a stroke on sounding brass to me -- conveying no meaning:- "'Da trat hervor Einer, anzusehen wie die Sternen Nacht.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48650.36"Ex-act-ly -- pre-cise-ly: with your usual acuteness, you have hit the nail straight on the head."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24780.35"Pre-cise-ly!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76140.31An unsmiling, a searching, a meaning gaze it was.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36880.39"Appearances would warrant that conclusion: and, no doubt (though, with an audacity that wants chastising out of you, you seem to question it), they will be a superlatively happy pair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24990.38Here ensued a pause, filled up by the producing and lighting of a cigar; having placed it to his lips and breathed a trail of Havannah incense on the freezing and sunless air, he went on - "I liked bonbons too in those days, Miss Eyre, and I was croquant -- (overlook the barbarism) -- croquant chocolate comfits, and smoking alternately, watching meantime the equipages that rolled along the fashionable streets towards the neighbouring opera-house, when in an elegant close carriage drawn by a beautiful pair of English horses, and distinctly seen in the brilliant city-night, I recognised the 'voiture' I had given Celine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9190.13why should I?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88290.43And I hastened upstairs as I saw him entering the garden.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73710.41"Yes; and when they go, I shall return to the parsonage at Morton: Hannah will accompany me; and this old house will be shut up."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38950.39Now, then, I must see you all back into your rooms; for, till the house is settled, she cannot be looked after.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91840.38"At Ferndean, a manor-house on a farm he has, about thirty miles off: quite a desolate spot."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74270.37"You will not stay at Morton long: no, no!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57680.36"Go you to the church: see if Mr. Wood (the clergyman) and the clerk are there: return and tell me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67320.35Near the churchyard, and in the middle of a garden, stood a well-built though small house, which I had no doubt was the parsonage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84170.35The craving to know what had become of him followed me everywhere; when I was at Morton, I re-entered my cottage every evening to think of that; and now at Moor House, I sought my bedroom each night to brood over it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76400.33Diana and Mary have left you, and Moor House is shut up, and you are so lonely.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71810.33They returned within the time Hannah had allotted them: they entered by the kitchen door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6490.33Bessie stooped; we mutually embraced, and I followed her into the house quite comforted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_530.33I tottered, and on regaining my equilibrium retired back a step or two from his chair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48290.33I step aside into the ivy recess; he will not stay long: he will soon return whence he came, and if I sit still he will never see me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5410.33"Go out of the room; return to the nursery," was her mandate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47200.33I was going back to Thornfield: but how long was I to stay there?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46750.33The nurse now entered, and Bessie followed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81740.31I like Moor House, and I will live at Moor House; I like Diana and Mary, and I will attach myself for life to Diana and Mary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93500.30Cease to look so melancholy, my dear master; you shall not be left desolate, so long as I live."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74000.30I have hired a building for the purpose, with a cottage of two rooms attached to it for the mistress's house.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91910.29CHAPTER XXXVII The manor-house of Ferndean was a building of considerable antiquity, moderate size, and no architectural pretensions, deep buried in a wood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75390.29"No, I cannot stay; I have only brought you a little parcel my sisters left for you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68330.29Having crossed the marsh, I saw a trace of white over the moor.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67310.29In crossing a field, I saw the church spire before me: I hastened towards it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82440.28"Yes, to go with me to Moor House.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8090.28"This house where you are come to live."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74460.28He left the room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61620.28I shall keep only to you so long as you and I live.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2800.28said he, as he entered the nursery.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97520.28When we got back from church, I went into the kitchen of the manor-house, where Mary was cooking the dinner and John cleaning the knives, and I said - "Mary, I have been married to Mr. Rochester this morning."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71760.27They 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_11750.27I 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_92410.27He groped his way back to the house, and, re-entering it, closed the door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89070.27for 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_73960.27I shall not stay long at Morton, now that my father is dead, and that I am my own master.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71250.27"Some calls it Marsh End, and some calls it Moor House."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40690.27I flew thither and back, bringing the desired vessels.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35780.27"It's like your impudence to say so: I expected it of you; I heard it in your step as you crossed the threshold."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75350.27At this thought, I turned my face aside from the lovely sky of eve and lonely vale of Morton -- I say LONELY, for in that bend of it visible to me there was no building apparent save the church and the parsonage, half-hid in trees, and, quite at the extremity, the roof of Vale Hall, where the rich Mr. Oliver and his daughter lived.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77340.26He said it was a very old name in that neighbourhood; that the ancestors of the house were wealthy; that all Morton had once belonged to them; that even now he considered the representative of that house might, if he liked, make an alliance with the best.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44580.26So I addressed the housekeeper; asked her to show me a room, told her I should probably be a visitor here for a week or two, had my trunk conveyed to my chamber, and followed it thither myself: I met Bessie on the landing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29530.26She would thus descend to the kitchen once a day, eat her dinner, smoke a moderate pipe on the hearth, and go back, carrying her pot of porter with her, for her private solace, in her own gloomy, upper haunt.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95360.25Then followed this cross-examination.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90450.25What story belonged to this disaster?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75540.25The little house there behind you is dark and empty."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71280.25"Nay; he doesn't live here: he is only staying a while.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50660.25I ate what I could, and then I hastened upstairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44500.25"If," said I, "you would just step upstairs and tell her I am come, I should be much obliged to you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26820.25He re-entered, pale and very gloomy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16290.25She took her candle, and I followed her from the room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1210.25Come, Bessie, we will leave her: I wouldn't have her heart for anything.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82540.26-- to CLEAN DOWN Moor House from chamber to cellar; my next to rub it up with bees-wax, oil, and an indefinite number of cloths, till it glitters again; my third, to arrange every chair, table, bed, carpet, with mathematical precision; afterwards I shall go near to ruin you in coals and peat to keep up good fires in every room; and lastly, the two days preceding that on which your sisters are expected will be devoted by Hannah and me to such a beating of eggs, sorting of currants, grating of spices, compounding of Christmas cakes, chopping up of materials for mince-pies, and solemnising of other culinary rites, as words can convey but an inadequate notion of to the uninitiated like you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85700.24"And I will give the missionary my energies -- it is all he wants -- but not myself: that would be only adding the husk and shell to the kernel.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24290.30"Justly thought; rightly said, Miss Eyre; and, at this moment, I am paving hell with energy."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73200.29I could comprehend the feeling, and share both its strength and truth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62030.26She flattered me, and lavishly displayed for my pleasure her charms and accomplishments.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56360.26I think because you said it with such an earnest, religious energy, and because your upward gaze at me now is the very sublime of faith, truth, and devotion: it is too much as if some spirit were near me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96350.25Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind round you, because your strength offers them so safe a prop."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35150.24"She says, sir, that she'll have no gentlemen; they need not trouble themselves to come near her; nor," he added, with difficulty suppressing a titter, "any ladies either, except the young, and single."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67360.24Renewing then my courage, and gathering my feeble remains of strength, I pushed on.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49550.24"And your will shall decide your destiny," he said: "I offer you my hand, my heart, and a share of all my possessions."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67890.24"My strength is quite failing me," I said in a soliloquy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30740.21I turned my face away to conceal a smile I could not suppress: there was something ludicrous as well as painful in the little Parisienne's earnest and innate devotion to matters of dress.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89960.21To prolong doubt was to prolong hope.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89300.21Where there is energy to command well enough, obedience never fails.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82630.21I hope your energies will then once more trouble you with their strength."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58550.21"Courage," urged the lawyer, -- "speak out."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88430.20In the prayer following the chapter, all his energy gathered -- all his stern zeal woke: he was in deep earnest, wrestling with God, and resolved on a conquest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17300.20She then declaimed the little piece with an attention to punctuation and emphasis, a flexibility of voice and an appropriateness of gesture, very unusual indeed at her age, and which proved she had been carefully trained.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85970.20You will see what impetus would be given to your efforts and mine by our physical and mental union in marriage: the only union that gives a character of permanent conformity to the destinies and designs of human beings; and, passing over all minor caprices -- all trivial difficulties and delicacies of feeling -- all scruple about the degree, kind, strength or tenderness of mere personal inclination -- you will hasten to enter into that union at once."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47240.19"You would be strangely incredulous if you did doubt it," was my mental comment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34000.19It surprised me when I first discovered that such was his intention: I had thought him a man unlikely to be influenced by motives so commonplace in his choice of a wife; but the longer I considered the position, education, &c., of the parties, the less I felt justified in judging and blaming either him or Miss Ingram for acting in conformity to ideas and principles instilled into them, doubtless, from their childhood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80390.18"You must prove your identity of course," resumed St. John presently: "a step which will offer no difficulties; you can then enter on immediate possession.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14540.18that, 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_98170.17Firm, faithful, and devoted, full of energy, and zeal, and truth, he labours for his race; he clears their painful way to improvement; he hews down like a giant the prejudices of creed and caste that encumber it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18440.16This, par parenthese, will be thought cool language by persons who entertain solemn doctrines about the angelic nature of children, and the duty of those charged with their education to conceive for them an idolatrous devotion: but I am not writing to flatter parental egotism, to echo cant, or prop up humbug; I am merely telling the truth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83100.16It 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_63930.16I feared early instilled prejudice: I wanted to have you safe before hazarding confidences.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62350.14In the eyes of the world, I was doubtless covered with grimy dishonour; but I resolved to be clean in my own sight -- and to the last I repudiated the contamination of her crimes, and wrenched myself from connection with her mental defects.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85930.13"What does this signify?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83860.13"You are not in earnest?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77760.13Like whom?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72490.13No."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64330.13"No."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51130.13Don't flatter me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50070.13"Are you in earnest?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44050.13"Has she mentioned me lately?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40160.13-- courage!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36360.13"You have -- have you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23870.13Do you wonder that I avow this to you?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22350.13"Why, no -- perhaps not.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54800.13It was not only the hurry of preparation that made me feverish; not only the anticipation of the great change -- the new life which was to commence to-morrow: both these circumstances had their share, doubtless, in producing that restless, excited mood which hurried me forth at this late hour into the darkening grounds: but a third cause influenced my mind more than they.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53660.39I would not exchange this one little English girl for the Grand Turk's whole seraglio, gazelle-eyes, houri forms, and all!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14240.30This 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_21250.30"That was very false economy," remarked Mrs. Fairfax, who now again caught the drift of the dialogue.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60130.29I fell, but not on to the ground: an outstretched arm caught me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69600.27A form was near -- what form, the pitch-dark night and my enfeebled vision prevented me from distinguishing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80770.27Again the latch rattled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20570.24"Oh, don't fall back on over-modesty!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68310.21Here I fell twice; but as often I rose and rallied my faculties.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68580.21This scene was as silent as if all the figures had been shadows and the firelit apartment a picture: so hushed was it, I could hear the cinders fall from the grate, the clock tick in its obscure corner; and I even fancied I could distinguish the click-click of the woman's knitting-needles.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59580.20He could not then hasten to England himself, to extricate you from the snare into which you had fallen, but he implored Mr. Mason to lose no time in taking steps to prevent the false marriage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24180.18By what instinct do you pretend to distinguish between a fallen seraph of the abyss and a messenger from the eternal throne -- between a guide and a seducer?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17570.18Mounting to it by two broad steps, and looking through, I thought I caught a glimpse of a fairy place, so bright to my novice-eyes appeared the view beyond.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91790.17He was taken out from under the ruins, alive, but sadly hurt: a beam had fallen in such a way as to protect him partly; but one eye was knocked out, and one hand so crushed that Mr. Carter, the surgeon, had to amputate it directly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19570.17Having 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_12960.15It 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_2430.15I caught scraps of their conversation, from which I was able only too distinctly to infer the main subject discussed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_180.14Of these death-white realms I formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through children's brains, but strangely impressive.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72450.13You are a spinster?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70250.13I looked at her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60.13I asked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56430.13is there more?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3010.13"Fall!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11570.13"Is it all over?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59650.13The clergyman stayed to exchange a few sentences, either of admonition or reproof, with his haughty parishioner; this duty done, he too departed.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34480.32I think (with deference be it spoken) the contrast could not be much greater between a sleek gander and a fierce falcon: between a meek sheep and the rough-coated keen-eyed dog, its guardian.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83770.29Her constitution is both sound and elastic; -- better calculated to endure variations of climate than many more robust."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63600.26I have a rosy sky and a green flowery Eden in my brain; but without, I am perfectly aware, lies at my feet a rough tract to travel, and around me gather black tempests to encounter.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80430.25And then there are other chances in life far more thrilling and rapture-giving: THIS is solid, an affair of the actual world, nothing ideal about it: all its associations are solid and sober, and its manifestations are the same.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81070.24Surely -- " I stopped: I could not trust myself to entertain, much less to express, the thought that rushed upon me -- that embodied itself, -- that, in a second, stood out a strong, solid probability.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86700.24No ruth met my ruth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65010.24Then came a deep, strong sob.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58110.24What a hot and strong grasp he had!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31450.23I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously arrived, green and strong!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44670.16I had left this woman in bitterness and hate, and I came back to her now with no other emotion than a sort of ruth for her great sufferings, and a strong yearning to forget and forgive all injuries -- to be reconciled and clasp hands in amity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60580.13"Oh, I know!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39510.13I obeyed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35360.13"What did you think?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11950.13There is not enough for three."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77400.52All about me was spotless and bright -- scoured floor, polished grate, and well-rubbed chairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80970.32As 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_68460.31I could see clearly a room with a sanded floor, clean scoured; a dresser of walnut, with pewter plates ranged in rows, reflecting the redness and radiance of a glowing peat-fire.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82760.25Happy at Moor House I was, and hard I worked; and so did Hannah: she was charmed to see how jovial I could be amidst the bustle of a house turned topsy-turvy -- how I could brush, and dust, and clean, and cook.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86180.23"It would do," I affirmed with some disdain, "perfectly well.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85310.23Yes, I can work as hard as he can, and with as little grudging.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15870.19A snug small room; a round table by a cheerful fire; an arm-chair high-backed and old-fashioned, wherein sat the neatest imaginable little elderly lady, in widow's cap, black silk gown, and snowy muslin apron; exactly like what I had fancied Mrs. Fairfax, only less stately and milder looking.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45760.15Two hours she devoted to her diary; two to working by herself in the kitchen-garden; and one to the regulation of her accounts.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17860.14The 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_95710.13"Only you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94620.13Come to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90550.13Under what auspices?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97220.32You 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_82520.32What aim, what purpose, what ambition in life have you now?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77610.27No; they not only live, but reign and redeem: and without their divine influence spread everywhere, you would be in hell -- the hell of your own meanness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98200.26His is the ambition of the high master-spirit, which aims to fill a place in the first rank of those who are redeemed from the earth -- who stand without fault before the throne of God, who share the last mighty victories of the Lamb, who are called, and chosen, and faithful.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78910.25Of the ambition to win power and renown for my wretched self, she has formed the ambition to spread my Master's kingdom; to achieve victories for the standard of the cross.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72610.24"I know not whether I am a true philanthropist; yet I am willing to aid you to the utmost of my power in a purpose so honest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88470.22He felt the greatness and goodness of his purpose so sincerely: others who heard him plead for it, could not but feel it too.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71480.21"That proves you must have been an honest and faithful servant.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68200.21I watched to see whether it would spread: but no; as it did not diminish, so it did not enlarge.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50010.21"With that searching and yet faithful and generous look, you torture me!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25670.21Still she had her merits; and I was disposed to appreciate all that was good in her to the utmost.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1380.19Superstition was with me at that moment; but it was not yet her hour for complete victory: my blood was still warm; the mood of the revolted slave was still bracing me with its bitter vigour; I had to stem a rapid rush of retrospective thought before I quailed to the dismal present.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32570.19I will suffer no competitor near the throne; I shall exact an undivided homage: his devotions shall not be shared between me and the shape he sees in his mirror.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61140.15I long to exert a fraction of Samson's strength, and break the entanglement like tow!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89210.13"Down superstition!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89130.13Oh, I will come!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75960.13"Quite."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72590.13"And you need help, do you not?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60120.13I could not soon recover myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22660.13Que c'est beau!"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85060.37As a conductress of Indian schools, and a helper amongst Indian women, your assistance will be to me invaluable."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_660.35"Wicked and cruel boy!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98050.32He had the advice of an eminent oculist; and he eventually recovered the sight of that one eye.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4400.29What a miserable little poltroon had fear, engendered of unjust punishment, made of me in those days!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32660.28If you err wilfully, I shall devise a proportionate punishment."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81720.26I am not brutally selfish, blindly unjust, or fiendishly ungrateful.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94980.24A person whose goodness consists rather in his guiltlessness of vice, than in his prowess in virtue."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5600.24And that punishment you made me suffer because your wicked boy struck me -- knocked me down for nothing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56080.17I smiled as I unfolded it, and devised how I would tease you about your aristocratic tastes, and your efforts to masque your plebeian bride in the attributes of a peeress.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9640.16If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust, the wicked people would have it all their own way: they would never feel afraid, and so they would never alter, but would grow worse and worse.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86790.13You know that."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74280.13"Why?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67000.13"And what do the women do?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60810.13It is cruel -- she cannot help being mad."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1500.13-- unjust!"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14550.52Millcote, - shire; I brushed up my recollections of the map of England, yes, I saw it; both the shire and the town.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37770.40"His name is Mason, sir; and he comes from the West Indies; from Spanish Town, in Jamaica, I think."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34590.37Presently the words Jamaica, Kingston, Spanish Town, indicated the West Indies as his residence; and it was with no little surprise I gathered, ere long, that he had there first seen and become acquainted with Mr. Rochester.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65970.36From the well-known names of these towns I learn in what county I have lighted; a north-midland shire, dusk with moorland, ridged with mountain: this I see.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68760.29"Yes, Hannah -- a far larger country than England, where they talk in no other way."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65990.28The population here must be thin, and I see no passengers on these roads: they stretch out east, west, north, and south -- white, broad, lonely; they are all cut in the moor, and the heather grows deep and wild to their very verge.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73410.28One reason of the distance yet observed between us was, that he was comparatively seldom at home: a large proportion of his time appeared devoted to visiting the sick and poor among the scattered population of his parish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37830.27-- the West Indies!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37810.27-- the West Indies!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40440.26"You will when you are out of the country: when you get back to Spanish Town, you may think of her as dead and buried -- or rather, you need not think of her at all."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48380.26"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_58350.24Mr. Briggs calmly took a paper from his pocket, and read out in a sort of official, nasal voice:- "'I affirm and can prove that on the 20th of October A.D. -- (a date of fifteen years back), Edward Fairfax Rochester, of Thornfield Hall, in the county of -, and of Ferndean Manor, in -shire, England, was married to my sister, Bertha Antoinetta Mason, daughter of Jonas Mason, merchant, and of Antoinetta his wife, a Creole, at -- church, Spanish Town, Jamaica.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9140.21"I come from a place farther north, quite on the borders of Scotland."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83510.21St. John did not rebuke our vivacity; but he escaped from it: he was seldom in the house; his parish was large, the population scattered, and he found daily business in visiting the sick and poor in its different districts.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15780.19I let down the window and looked out; Millcote was behind us; judging by the number of its lights, it seemed a place of considerable magnitude, much larger than Lowton.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48040.18One thing specially surprised me, and that was, there were no journeyings backward and forward, no visits to Ingram Park: to be sure it was twenty miles off, on the borders of another county; but what was that distance to an ardent lover?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17120.17Well, our ship stopped in the morning, before it was quite daylight, at a great city -- a huge city, with very dark houses and all smoky; not at all like the pretty clean town I came from; and Mr. Rochester carried me in his arms over a plank to the land, and Sophie came after, and we all got into a coach, which took us to a beautiful large house, larger than this and finer, called an hotel.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73620.15Diana and Mary were soon to leave Moor House, and return to the far different life and scene which awaited them, as governesses in a large, fashionable, south-of-England city, where each held a situation in families by whose wealthy and haughty members they were regarded only as humble dependants, and who neither knew nor sought out their innate excellences, and appreciated only their acquired accomplishments as they appreciated the skill of their cook or the taste of their waiting-woman.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85920.13it seemed to say.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56870.13"You may."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55260.13Is there anything wrong?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49940.13"Why?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47510.13"Hillo!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42760.13"-shire?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36740.13"Detecting!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7280.56When it subsided, I saw them all drawn up in four semicircles, before four chairs, placed at the four tables; all held books in their hands, and a great book, like a Bible, lay on each table, before the vacant seat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25410.46So 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_52310.45She put up her spectacles, shut the Bible, and pushed her chair back from the table.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95560.44"Yes; the back parlour was both his study and ours: he sat near the window, and we by the table."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27460.42Leah stood up in the window-seat, rubbing the panes of glass dimmed with smoke.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87700.41On re-entering the parlour, I found Diana standing at the window, looking very thoughtful.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72040.40She closed the door, leaving me solus with Mr. St. John, who sat opposite, a book or newspaper in his hand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14000.39It 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_20070.36I let down the curtain and went back to the fireside.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60520.35I obeyed him; then he put the glass on the table, stood before me, and looked at me attentively.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28560.35Mr. Rochester would have me to come in, and I sat down in a quiet corner and watched them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33110.33The servants were called in, the dining-room tables wheeled away, the lights otherwise disposed, the chairs placed in a semicircle opposite the arch.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16470.33Having opened my chamber window, and seen that I left all things straight and neat on the toilet table, I ventured forth.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_420.32"I want you to come here;" and seating himself in an arm-chair, he intimated by a gesture that I was to approach and stand before him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73100.32He now resumed the book with which he had been occupied before tea.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50720.32"In there," pointing to the apartment she had left; and I went in, and there he stood.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4340.32You look quite red, as if you had been about some mischief: what were you opening the window for?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35440.30Miss Ingram took a book, leant back in her chair, and so declined further conversation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20210.29I let Mrs. Fairfax precede me into the dining-room, and kept in her shade as we crossed that apartment; and, passing the arch, whose curtain was now dropped, entered the elegant recess beyond.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36390.29But, as I was saying: sitting in that window-seat, do you think of nothing but your future school?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3370.29you can't be silly enough to wish to leave such a splendid place?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20400.29I and Adele went to the table; but the master did not leave his couch.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30750.29A soft sound of rising now became audible; the curtain was swept back from the arch; through it appeared the dining-room, with its lit lustre pouring down light on the silver and glass of a magnificent dessert-service covering a long table; a band of ladies stood in the opening; they entered, and the curtain fell behind them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54970.29I placed his arm-chair by the chimney-corner: I wheeled the table near it: I let down the curtain, and had the candles brought in ready for lighting.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13120.29She stirred herself, put back the curtain, and I saw her face, pale, wasted, but quite composed: she looked so little changed that my fear was instantly dissipated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82990.28I showed him the volume on the shelf: he took it down, and withdrawing to his accustomed window recess, he began to read it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25430.28Celine's chamber-maid entered, lit a lamp, left it on the table, and withdrew.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13080.28I advanced; then paused by the crib side: my hand was on the curtain, but I preferred speaking before I withdrew it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31850.28there she is still, behind the window-curtain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13870.28I went to my window, opened it, and looked out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48190.27I walked a while on the pavement; but a subtle, well-known scent -- that of a cigar -- stole from some window; I saw the library casement open a handbreadth; I knew I might be watched thence; so I went apart into the orchard.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81640.27you quite put me out of patience: I am rational enough; it is you who misunderstand, or rather who affect to misunderstand."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37780.27Mr. Rochester was standing near me; he had taken my hand, as if to lead me to a chair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36450.27"I do frequently; when the gestures or looks of a pair seem telling a tale: it amuses me to watch them."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29890.27I followed, taking care to stand on one side, so that, screened by the curtain, I could see without being seen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22750.27Don't draw that chair farther off, Miss Eyre; sit down exactly where I placed it -- if you please, that is.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79790.26Before two years passed, the rash pair were both dead, and laid quietly side by side under one slab.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33210.26He and his aids now withdrew behind the curtain: the other party, which was headed by Colonel Dent, sat down on the crescent of chairs.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70450.26I observed when any one entered or left the apartment: I could even tell who they were; I could understand what was said when the speaker stood near to me; but I could not answer; to open my lips or move my limbs was equally impossible.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31740.26Mr. Rochester, having quitted the Eshtons, stands on the hearth as solitary as she stands by the table: she confronts him, taking her station on the opposite side of the mantelpiece.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38030.26I found all the party in the dining-room at supper, as Mr. Rochester had said; they were not seated at table, -- the supper was arranged on the sideboard; each had taken what he chose, and they stood about here and there in groups, their plates and glasses in their hands.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72070.24The old-fashioned chairs were very bright, and the walnut-wood table was like a looking-glass.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30660.24I retired to a window-seat, and taking a book from a table near, endeavoured to read.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22570.24She was gratified: there it stood, a little carton, on the table when we entered the dining-room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94720.24Pilot lay beside us: all was quiet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54210.24I hied me to the window-recess.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28190.24"Evening approaches," said I, as I looked towards the window.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26740.24He went: I watched the light withdraw.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4480.23Mrs. Reed occupied her usual seat by the fireside; she made a signal to me to approach; I did so, and she introduced me to the stony stranger with the words: "This is the little girl respecting whom I applied to you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73640.23One morning, being left alone with him a few minutes in the parlour, I ventured to approach the window-recess -- which his table, chair, and desk consecrated as a kind of study -- and I was going to speak, though not very well knowing in what words to frame my inquiry -- for it is at all times difficult to break the ice of reserve glassing over such natures as his -- when he saved me the trouble by being the first to commence a dialogue.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97270.34"I'll tell you, if I can, the idea, the picture these words opened to my mind: yet it is difficult to express what I want to express.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11290.34Helen regarded me, probably with surprise: I could not now abate my agitation, though I tried hard; I continued to weep aloud.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14060.32Any one may serve: I have served here eight years; now all I want is to serve elsewhere.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81780.30"This is acting on first impulses; you must take days to consider such a matter, ere your word can be regarded as valid."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14620.29She obligingly consented to act as mediatrix in the matter.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79940.28What his subsequent conduct and proposals were is a matter of pure conjecture; but when an event transpired which rendered inquiry after the governess necessary, it was discovered she was gone -- no one could tell when, where, or how.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45570.27They both seemed surprised at my skill.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34020.24It seemed to me that, were I a gentleman like him, I would take to my bosom only such a wife as I could love; but the very obviousness of the advantages to the husband's own happiness offered by this plan convinced me that there must be arguments against its general adoption of which I was quite ignorant: otherwise I felt sure all the world would act as I wished to act.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85900.24His eye, bent on me, expressed at once stern surprise and keen inquiry.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58090.24"I am in a condition to prove my allegation: an insuperable impediment to this marriage exists."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71500.24She again regarded me with a surprised stare.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77130.21She was first transfixed with surprise, and then electrified with delight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46230.21looking at me with surprise and a sort of alarm, but still not wildly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67720.20He cast on me a glance of surprise; but without answering, he cut a thick slice from his loaf, and gave it to me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15120.20I said this laughing: I perceived that Bessie's glance, though it expressed regard, did in no shape denote admiration.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5100.19Now, 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_73370.19My skill, greater in this one point than theirs, surprised and charmed them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47040.19I neither expressed surprise at this resolution nor attempted to dissuade her from it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96460.13"Of course: you said nothing about it before."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6440.13"Just now!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29100.13No snivel!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15670.13"A matter of six miles."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52290.12Her occupation, suspended by Mr. Rochester's announcement, seemed now forgotten: her eyes, fixed on the blank wall opposite, expressed the surprise of a quiet mind stirred by unwonted tidings.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37580.11I knew gipsies and fortune-tellers did not express themselves as this seeming old woman had expressed herself; besides I had noted her feigned voice, her anxiety to conceal her features.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90630.28The host was a respectable-looking, middle-aged man.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36570.27You have not exchanged a syllable with one of them?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11070.25There was I, then, mounted aloft; I, who had said I could not bear the shame of standing on my natural feet in the middle of the room, was now exposed to general view on a pedestal of infamy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67660.22And as to the woman who would not take my handkerchief in exchange for her bread, why, she was right, if the offer appeared to her sinister or the exchange unprofitable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14490.22This circumstance was satisfactory: a private fear had haunted me, that in thus acting for myself, and by my own guidance, I ran the risk of getting into some scrape; and, above all things, I wished the result of my endeavours to be respectable, proper, en regle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79840.21I 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_66790.17Disappointed in the expectation of a customer, she coolly acceded to my request.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70520.13I wonder what she has gone through?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35820.13"You need them all in your trade."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26540.13he asked.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24430.37"The human and fallible should not arrogate a power with which the divine and perfect alone can be safely intrusted."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75680.35My father, indeed, imposed the determination, but since his death, I have not a legitimate obstacle to contend with; some affairs settled, a successor for Morton provided, an entanglement or two of the feelings broken through or cut asunder -- a last conflict with human weakness, in which I know I shall overcome, because I have vowed that I WILL overcome -- and I leave Europe for the East."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41780.32Men 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_66470.32But I was a human being, and had a human being's wants: I must not linger where there was nothing to supply them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60110.29I stumbled over an obstacle: my head was still dizzy, my sight was dim, and my limbs were feeble.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11460.29you think too much of the love of human beings; you are too impulsive, too vehement; the sovereign hand that created your frame, and put life into it, has provided you with other resources than your feeble self, or than creatures feeble as you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25210.27"'I will like it,' said I; 'I dare like it;' and" (he subjoined moodily) "I will keep my word; I will break obstacles to happiness, to goodness -- yes, goodness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24410.27"You are human and fallible."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84550.25I am not going out under human guidance, subject to the defective laws and erring control of my feeble fellow-worms: my king, my lawgiver, my captain, is the All-perfect.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57050.24Am I severed from you by insuperable obstacles?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66590.21Human life and human labour were near.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39330.21"You don't turn sick at the sight of blood?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46010.19You need not think that because we chanced to be born of the same parents, I shall suffer you to fasten me down by even the feeblest claim: I can tell you this -- if the whole human race, ourselves excepted, were swept away, and we two stood alone on the earth, I would leave you in the old world, and betake myself to the new."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45980.19Neglect it -- go on as heretofore, craving, whining, and idling -- and suffer the results of your idiocy, however bad and insuperable they may be.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54670.19I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10480.16A brief address on those occasions would not be mistimed, wherein a judicious instructor would take the opportunity of referring to the sufferings of the primitive Christians; to the torments of martyrs; to the exhortations of our blessed Lord Himself, calling upon His disciples to take up their cross and follow Him; to His warnings that man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of God; to His divine consolations, "If ye suffer hunger or thirst for My sake, happy are ye."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87310.13He spoke at last.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34700.13Would you like to see her?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29830.13"Here he is!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1980.13"What is all this?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26750.59He 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_26170.57Ere 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_12800.53After 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_39240.52He 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_59010.49We 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_65500.49I opened the door, passed out, shut it softly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38610.46The sleepers were all aroused: ejaculations, terrified murmurs sounded in every room; door after door unclosed; one looked out and another looked out; the gallery filled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6940.44Rain, 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_13000.43Having 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_89500.41I heard the front-door open, and St. John pass out.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59660.41I heard him go as I stood at the half-open door of my own room, to which I had now withdrawn.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16300.41First 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_6660.39cried I, as we passed through the hall and went out at the front door.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63520.39I was in my room; the door was ajar: I could both listen and watch.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90390.38No need to listen for doors opening -- to fancy steps on the pavement or the gravel-walk!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59000.38He passed on and ascended the stairs, still holding my hand, and still beckoning the gentlemen to follow him, which they did.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16500.38The hall-door, which was half of glass, stood open; I stepped over the threshold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39400.37This 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_38800.37And 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_28290.36A tread creaked on the stairs at last.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27730.36"You did not think of opening your door and looking out into the gallery?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26770.36I listened for some noise, but heard nothing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17890.36"Do the servants sleep in these rooms?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59030.36He lifted the hangings from the wall, uncovering the second door: this, too, he opened.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5430.36I 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_38580.36A chamber-door opened: some one ran, or rushed, along the gallery.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15700.36He fastened the car door, climbed to his own seat outside, and we set off.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65020.35I had already gained the door; but, reader, I walked back -- walked back as determinedly as I had retreated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68900.35The 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_38500.35And overhead -- yes, in the room just above my chamber-ceiling -- I now heard a struggle: a deadly one it seemed from the noise; and a half-smothered voice shouted - "Help!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16310.34The 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_18090.33I 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_15830.33We now slowly ascended a drive, and came upon the long front of a house: candlelight gleamed from one curtained bow-window; all the rest were dark.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11550.33We 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_44610.33I hastened before Bessie; I softly opened the door: a shaded light stood on the table, for it was now getting dark.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76850.33She would canter up to the door on her pony, followed by a mounted livery servant.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39230.33My slippers were thin: I could walk the matted floor as softly as a cat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92610.33Mary opened the door for me, and shut it behind me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89140.33I flew to the door and looked into the passage: it was dark.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70420.33I knew I was in a small room and in a narrow bed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68230.33I should but knock at the door to have it shut in my face."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_630.33Go and stand by the door, out of the way of the mirror and the windows."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_270.33The breakfast-room door opened.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29980.31Then 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_30080.31I 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_17850.31The large front chambers I thought especially grand: and some of the third-storey rooms, though dark and low, were interesting from their air of antiquity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14760.31I was passing the back-parlour or teachers' sitting-room, the door of which was half open, to go to the kitchen, when some one ran out - "It's her, I am sure!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16270.29I've had the room next to mine prepared for you; it is only a small apartment, but I thought you would like it better than one of the large front chambers: to be sure they have finer furniture, but they are so dreary and solitary, I never sleep in them myself."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62400.29Being unable to sleep in bed, I got up and opened the window.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58920.29At the front door of the hall we found the carriage.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70770.52I had eaten with relish: the food was good -- void of the feverish flavour which had hitherto poisoned what I had swallowed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37170.37I know how soon youth would fade and bloom perish, if, in the cup of bliss offered, but one dreg of shame, or one flavour of remorse were detected; and I do not want sacrifice, sorrow, dissolution -- such is not my taste.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70030.32I tasted what they offered me: feebly at first, eagerly soon.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24040.32"It will sting -- it will taste bitter, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5870.31Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60280.27Nothing bitter -- nothing poignant?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35160.27"By Jove, she has taste!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7440.26The spoons were moved slowly: I saw each girl taste her food and try to swallow it; but in most cases the effort was soon relinquished.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24090.26"I only remind you of your own words, sir: you said error brought remorse, and you pronounced remorse the poison of existence."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78310.24The pillow was burning: there is an asp in the garland: the wine has a bitter taste: her promises are hollow -- her offers false: I see and know all this."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60440.24He put wine to my lips; I tasted it and revived; then I ate something he offered me, and was soon myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3170.24Neither Bessie nor any one else will go into it at night, if they can help it; and it was cruel to shut me up alone without a candle, -- so cruel that I think I shall never forget it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60510.23"Taste the wine again, Jane."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15430.23My Robert believes he was a wine-merchant."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4860.22said I inwardly: "they all call Mrs. Reed my benefactress; if so, a benefactress is a disagreeable thing."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23960.20Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97130.19I asked of God, at once in anguish and humility, if I had not been long enough desolate, afflicted, tormented; and might not soon taste bliss and peace once more.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82240.15Good fortune opens the hand as well as the heart wonderfully; and to give somewhat when we have largely received, is but to afford a vent to the unusual ebullition of the sensations.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22020.13You had not enough of the artist's skill and science to give it full being: yet the drawings are, for a school-girl, peculiar.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69710.13for shame!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62920.13"I mean, -- What next?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34910.13"Yes -- yes -- yes!"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75840.45I naturally asked myself that question as I saw him turn to her and look at her; and, as naturally, I sought the answer to the inquiry in his countenance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78040.39With this persuasion I now answered - "As far as I can see, it would be wiser and more judicious if you were to take to yourself the original at once."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22930.37I should, if I had deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from my tongue before I was aware -- "No, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78010.36"That I should like to have it is certain: whether it would be judicious or wise is another question."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89710.35It was easy to make my further arrangements; for I was troubled with no inquiries -- no surmises.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88750.35The inquiry was put in gentle tones: he drew me to him as gently.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58210.34He continued, uttering each word distinctly, calmly, steadily, but not loudly - "It simply consists in the existence of a previous marriage.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8530.32I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51890.30"I think I may confess," he continued, "even although I should make you a little indignant, Jane -- and I have seen what a fire-spirit you can be when you are indignant.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23190.30"Decidedly he has had too much wine," I thought; and I did not know what answer to make to his queer question: how could I tell whether he was capable of being re-transformed?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90830.29I asked, knowing, of course, what the answer would be, but yet desirous of deferring the direct question as to where he really was.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79320.29"Rather an inhospitable question to put to a visitor; but since you ask it, I answer simply to have a little talk with you; I got tired of my mute books and empty rooms.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7960.28I read these words over and over again: I felt that an explanation belonged to them, and was unable fully to penetrate their import.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90570.28Some answer must be had to these questions.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52170.28Give her some explanation before I see her again.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23470.28Ask me questions, and I will do my best to answer them."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76010.27"And made a good choice of an attendant for you in Alice Wood?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93710.26I, on the contrary, became more cheerful, and took fresh courage: these last words gave me an insight as to where the difficulty lay; and as it was no difficulty with me, I felt quite relieved from my previous embarrassment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59710.24The 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_48030.24Once she said she had actually put the question to Mr. Rochester as to when he was going to bring his bride home; but he had answered her only by a joke and one of his queer looks, and she could not tell what to make of him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95320.24"Well, you can leave me, ma'am: but before you go" (and he retained me by a firmer grasp than ever), "you will be pleased just to answer me a question or two."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90490.24Dreadful question: there was no one here to answer it -- not even dumb sign, mute token.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66010.24I might be questioned: I could give no answer but what would sound incredible and excite suspicion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54720.24The cards of address alone remained to nail on: they lay, four little squares, in the drawer.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24240.24"Now," he continued, again addressing me, "I have received the pilgrim -- a disguised deity, as I verily believe.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2250.24Then he laid me down, and addressing Bessie, charged her to be very careful that I was not disturbed during the night.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80150.24I dared not answer the question.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79540.24"There has not been any change made about your own arrangements?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3240.24How much I wished to reply fully to this question!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30430.24"Yes; he said that from mere politeness: I need not go, I am sure," I answered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16850.24I did not like her the worse for that; on the contrary, I felt better pleased than ever.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16110.24I repeated the question more distinctly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86600.23Without 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_22990.23I ought to have replied that it was not easy to give an impromptu answer to a question about appearances; that tastes mostly differ; and that beauty is of little consequence, or something of that sort."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1140.23Bessie answered not; but ere long, addressing me, she said -- "You ought to be aware, Miss, that you are under obligations to Mrs. Reed: she keeps you: if she were to turn you off, you would have to go to the poorhouse."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44460.22I asked soon, looking calmly at Georgiana, who thought fit to bridle at the direct address, as if it were an unexpected liberty.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23820.22"All right then; limpid, salubrious: no gush of bilge water had turned it to fetid puddle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18650.22The other members of the household, viz., John and his wife, Leah the housemaid, and Sophie the French nurse, were decent people; but in no respect remarkable; with Sophie I used to talk French, and sometimes I asked her questions about her native country; but she was not of a descriptive or narrative turn, and generally gave such vapid and confused answers as were calculated rather to check than encourage inquiry.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94370.22"There, sir, you are redd up and made decent.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8900.22Burns made no answer: I wondered at her silence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56710.22"No, sir, I solemnly assure you to the contrary.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49580.22"For that fate you have already made your choice, and must abide by it."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4700.22"They go to hell," was my ready and orthodox answer.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32830.22I thought I might have retorted the question on him who put it: but I would not take that freedom.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57990.21"I require and charge you both (as ye will answer at the dreadful day of judgment, when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed), that if either of you know any impediment why ye may not lawfully be joined together in matrimony, ye do now confess it; for be ye well assured that so many as are coupled together otherwise than God's Word doth allow, are not joined together by God, neither is their matrimony lawful."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97340.21Reader, 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_74950.21This explanation given, the subject was dropped, and no further reference made to it by either Mr. Rivers or his sisters.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59970.21But the answer my mind gave -- "Leave Thornfield at once" -- was so prompt, so dread, that I stopped my ears.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45750.21In answer to my inquiries after the use of this article, she informed me it was a covering for the altar of a new church lately erected near Gateshead.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74040.21He put the question rather hurriedly; he seemed half to expect an indignant, or at least a disdainful rejection of the offer: not knowing all my thoughts and feelings, though guessing some, he could not tell in what light the lot would appear to me.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62610.32Place her in safety and comfort: shelter her degradation with secrecy, and leave her.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96230.30All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence for ever."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39000.30And so, by dint of alternate coaxing and commanding, he contrived to get them all once more enclosed in their separate dormitories.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18710.25The ground was hard, the air was still, my road was lonely; I walked fast till I got warm, and then I walked slowly to enjoy and analyse the species of pleasure brooding for me in the hour and situation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29310.25I went on with my day's business tranquilly; but ever and anon vague suggestions kept wandering across my brain of reasons why I should quit Thornfield; and I kept involuntarily framing advertisements and pondering conjectures about new situations: these thoughts I did not think to check; they might germinate and bear fruit if they could.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41680.24Bitter and base associations have become the sole food of your memory: you wander here and there, seeking rest in exile: happiness in pleasure -- I mean in heartless, sensual pleasure -- such as dulls intellect and blights feeling.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44900.24But there was something I wished to say -- let me see -- " The wandering look and changed utterance told what wreck had taken place in her once vigorous frame.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21400.24-- (Excuse my tone of command; I am used to say, 'Do this,' and it is done: I cannot alter my customary habits for one new inmate.)
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68420.24Were the inmates retired to rest?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63390.24I expected no peace -- no pleasure there.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67760.23But my night was wretched, my rest broken: the ground was damp, the air cold: besides, intruders passed near me more than once, and I had again and again to change my quarters; no sense of safety or tranquillity befriended me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6410.22"Why, I shall soon be away from you, and besides" -- I was going to say something about what had passed between me and Mrs. Reed, but on second thoughts I considered it better to remain silent on that head.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26710.21Remain where you are till I return; be as still as a mouse.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53710.21"I'll be preparing myself to go out as a missionary to preach liberty to them that are enslaved -- your harem inmates amongst the rest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34100.20Meantime, while I thought only of my master and his future bride -- saw only them, heard only their discourse, and considered only their movements of importance -- the rest of the party were occupied with their own separate interests and pleasures.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47180.19Then 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_25110.19How 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_80.19Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68240.19And I sank down where I stood, and hid my face against the ground.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55380.19You wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89630.17Letters have proved of no avail -- personal inquiry shall replace them."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65940.17At this moment I discover that I forgot to take my parcel out of the pocket of the coach, where I had placed it for safety; there it remains, there it must remain; and now, I am absolutely destitute.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70800.16Only my damp and bemired apparel; in which I had slept on the ground and fallen in the marsh.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90730.13I gasped.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89050.13I gasped.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82590.13I interrupted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81140.13You know the rest."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74670.13"And what then?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71530.13"Well, it was hard: but what can a body do?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71330.13"He is a parson."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48220.13Here one could wander unseen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46200.13"Who -- I?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38540.13"Will no one come?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28930.13YOU of importance to him in any way?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27970.13Why had he enjoined me, too, to secrecy?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14530.13Thornfield!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72830.13I slept two nights in the open air, and wandered about two days without crossing a threshold: but twice in that space of time did I taste food; and it was when brought by hunger, exhaustion, and despair almost to the last gasp, that you, Mr. Rivers, forbade me to perish of want at your door, and took me under the shelter of your roof.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66270.43It plained of its gaping wounds, its inward bleeding, its riven chords.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37330.39Again I looked at the face; which was no longer turned from me -- on the contrary, the bonnet was doffed, the bandage displaced, the head advanced.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40590.35Here, Carter, help him on with his waist-coat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40190.35"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_40060.30"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_23990.24Reformation 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_77600.23Mediocrity, no: do not let envy prompt you to the thought.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55980.23-- your sensitive self-respect has been wounded?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40400.23I must look to this other wound in the arm: she has had her teeth here too, I think."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40210.23This wound was not done with a knife: there have been teeth here!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65620.19He who is taken out to pass through a fair scene to the scaffold, thinks not of the flowers that smile on his road, but of the block and axe-edge; of the disseverment of bone and vein; of the grave gaping at the end: and I thought of drear flight and homeless wandering -- and oh!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64380.17You fling me back on lust for a passion -- vice for an occupation?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94890.13"Yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79310.13I could not forbear saying.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79090.13"Well!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57850.13he said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44880.13"Yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43140.13"When do you wish to go?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13030.34Indisposed to hesitate, and full of impatient impulses -- soul and senses quivering with keen throes -- I put it back and looked in.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25750.33I never seemed in his way; he did not take fits of chilling hauteur: when he met me unexpectedly, the encounter seemed welcome; he had always a word and sometimes a smile for me: when summoned by formal invitation to his presence, I was honoured by a cordiality of reception that made me feel I really possessed the power to amuse him, and that these evening conferences were sought as much for his pleasure as for my benefit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78590.32If I get a little thin, it is with anxiety about my prospects, yet unsettled -- my departure, continually procrastinated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71880.29She possessed eyes whose gaze I delighted to encounter.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21930.29To paint them, in short, was to enjoy one of the keenest pleasures I have ever known."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_73160.26I liked to read what they liked to read: what they enjoyed, delighted me; what they approved, I reverenced.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85830.26How much of him was saint, how much mortal, I could not heretofore tell: but revelations were being made in this conference: the analysis of his nature was proceeding before my eyes.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83290.25They were delighted with the renovation and decorations of their rooms; with the new drapery, and fresh carpets, and rich tinted china vases: they expressed their gratification ungrudgingly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19180.24I had a theoretical reverence and homage for beauty, elegance, gallantry, fascination; but had I met those qualities incarnate in masculine shape, I should have known instinctively that they neither had nor could have sympathy with anything in me, and should have shunned them as one would fire, lightning, or anything else that is bright but antipathetic.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75550.24"I have hardly had time yet to enjoy a sense of tranquillity, much less to grow impatient under one of loneliness."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65430.24He would feel himself forsaken; his love rejected: he would suffer; perhaps grow desperate.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25730.24The 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_12120.24What stores of knowledge they possessed!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86050.20There 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_41690.20Heart-weary and soul-withered, you come home after years of voluntary banishment: you make a new acquaintance -- how or where no matter: you find in this stranger much of the good and bright qualities which you have sought for twenty years, and never before encountered; and they are all fresh, healthy, without soil and without taint.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91340.19He would not cross the door-stones of the house, except at night, when he walked just like a ghost about the grounds and in the orchard as if he had lost his senses -- which it is my opinion he had; for a more spirited, bolder, keener gentleman than he was before that midge of a governess crossed him, you never saw, ma'am.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96930.19I have worn it since the day I lost my only treasure, as a memento of her."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18730.18I was a mile from Thornfield, in a lane noted for wild roses in summer, for nuts and blackberries in autumn, and even now possessing a few coral treasures in hips and haws, but whose best winter delight lay in its utter solitude and leafless repose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13330.17I had not qualities or talents to make my way very well in the world: I should have been continually at fault."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_100.17It contained a bookcase: I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34060.15The sarcasm that had repelled, the harshness that had startled me once, were only like keen condiments in a choice dish: their presence was pungent, but their absence would be felt as comparatively insipid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71750.15Mr. St. John, when he grew up, would go to college and be a parson; and the girls, as soon as they left school, would seek places as governesses: for they had told her their father had some years ago lost a great deal of money by a man he had trusted turning bankrupt; and as he was now not rich enough to give them fortunes, they must provide for themselves.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66350.14Sure was I of His efficiency to save what He had made: convinced I grew that neither earth should perish, nor one of the souls it treasured.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94510.14I came down as soon as I thought there was a prospect of breakfast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91320.14"Leave England?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79900.14Rivers!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74380.14"Well, if you are not ambitious, you are -- " He paused.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74350.14Who is ambitious?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_64170.14This -- this is wicked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60650.14"Yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48340.14"I shall get by very well," I meditated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39140.14"Are you up?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3150.14You are afraid of ghosts?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30160.14"Oh, I wish I might go to them!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28780.14He is rich, is he not?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24170.14"Once more, how do you know?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17920.14"So I think: you have no ghost, then?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15320.14There was something I wanted to ask you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65260.11In seeking these articles, I encountered the beads of a pearl necklace Mr. Rochester had forced me to accept a few days ago.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47940.11Little Adele was half wild with delight when she saw me.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6980.54The 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_20490.53and he searched my face with eyes that I saw were dark, irate, and piercing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79360.49If 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_28590.42"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_30890.41She had a slight figure, a pale, gentle face, and fair hair.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31140.40Mary had a milder and more open countenance than Blanche; softer features too, and a skin some shades fairer (Miss Ingram was dark as a Spaniard) -- but Mary was deficient in life: her face lacked expression, her eye lustre; she had nothing to say, and having once taken her seat, remained fixed like a statue in its niche.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12070.39They woke, they kindled: first, they glowed in the bright tint of her cheek, which till this hour I had never seen but pale and bloodless; then they shone in the liquid lustre of her eyes, which had suddenly acquired a beauty more singular than that of Miss Temple's -- a beauty neither of fine colour nor long eyelash, nor pencilled brow, but of meaning, of movement, of radiance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72150.39His 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_44330.39This 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_2980.39I 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_56740.39"It seemed, sir, a woman, tall and large, with thick and dark hair hanging long down her back.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45450.39I drew them large; I shaped them well: the eyelashes I traced long and sombre; the irids lustrous and large.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89810.39met my eye like the lineaments of a once familiar face.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58130.39How his eye shone, still watchful, and yet wild beneath!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92270.38A soft hope blest with my sorrow that soon I should dare to drop a kiss on that brow of rock, and on those lips so sternly sealed beneath it: but not yet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56850.38"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_25280.38I almost expected a rebuff for this hardly well-timed question, but, on the contrary, waking out of his scowling abstraction, he turned his eyes towards me, and the shade seemed to clear off his brow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95150.38He is a handsome man: tall, fair, with blue eyes, and a Grecian profile."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78000.38He now furtively raised his eyes: he glanced at me, irresolute, disturbed: he again surveyed the picture.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19140.36He 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_11160.36I 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_60240.36I see a white cheek and a faded eye, but no trace of tears.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58250.36His whole face was colourless rock: his eye was both spark and flint.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85990.34I 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_31510.33I saw Mr. Rochester smile:- his stern features softened; his eye grew both brilliant and gentle, its ray both searching and sweet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85410.33I looked towards the knoll: there he lay, still as a prostrate column; his face turned to me: his eye beaming watchful and keen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44680.33The 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_34410.33His 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_58120.33and how like quarried marble was his pale, firm, massive front at this moment!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93840.33"Yes; with the right eye I see a glow -- a ruddy haze."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68550.33I had nowhere seen such faces as theirs: and yet, as I gazed on them, I seemed intimate with every lineament.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31410.31No sooner did I see that his attention was riveted on them, and that I might gaze without being observed, than my eyes were drawn involuntarily to his face; I could not keep their lids under control: they would rise, and the irids would fix on him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61090.31He 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_430.30John Reed was a schoolboy of fourteen years old; four years older than I, for I was but ten: large and stout for his age, with a dingy and unwholesome skin; thick lineaments in a spacious visage, heavy limbs and large extremities.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8680.30Her 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_77840.30"A well-executed picture," he said; "very soft, clear colouring; very graceful and correct drawing."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46280.30You 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_15050.30"He is very tall: some people call him a fine-looking young man; but he has such thick lips."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77630.29His tall figure sprang erect again with a start: he said nothing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74700.29he replied, maintaining a marble immobility of feature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74660.29She riveted a searching gaze on her brother's face.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59220.29I recognised well that purple face, -- those bloated features.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38920.29And dangerous he looked: his black eyes darted sparks.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27620.29She again raised her eyes to me, and this time there was something of consciousness in their expression.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19650.29The new face, too, was like a new picture introduced to the gallery of memory; and it was dissimilar to all the others hanging there: firstly, because it was masculine; and, secondly, because it was dark, strong, and stern.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14790.29I looked: I saw a woman attired like a well-dressed servant, matronly, yet still young; very good-looking, with black hair and eyes, and lively complexion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50560.29While arranging my hair, I looked at my face in the glass, and felt it was no longer plain: there was hope in its aspect and life in its colour; and my eyes seemed as if they had beheld the fount of fruition, and borrowed beams from the lustrous ripple.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4170.28I 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_39720.28I must watch this ghastly countenance -- these blue, still lips forbidden to unclose -- these eyes now shut, now opening, now wandering through the room, now fixing on me, and ever glazed with the dulness of horror.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98070.28When his first-born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were -- large, brilliant, and black.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90160.46I had coasted along the lower wall of the orchard -- turned its angle: there was a gate just there, opening into the meadow, between two stone pillars crowned by stone balls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12570.39My favourite seat was a smooth and broad stone, rising white and dry from the very middle of the beck, and only to be got at by wading through the water; a feat I accomplished barefoot.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48300.38But 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_7900.34I looked round the convent-like garden, and then up at the house -- a large building, half of which seemed grey and old, the other half quite new.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16520.34It was three storeys high, of proportions not vast, though considerable: a gentleman's manor-house, not a nobleman's seat: battlements round the top gave it a picturesque look.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56530.33I climbed the thin wall with frantic perilous haste, eager to catch one glimpse of you from the top: the stones rolled from under my feet, the ivy branches I grasped gave way, the child clung round my neck in terror, and almost strangled me; at last I gained the summit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18780.32From 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_48260.32I see trees laden with ripening fruit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_200.28I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard, with its inscribed headstone; its gate, its two trees, its low horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly-risen crescent, attesting the hour of eventide.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_16550.28A little hamlet, whose roofs were blent with trees, straggled up the side of one of these hills; the church of the district stood nearer Thornfield: its old tower-top looked over a knoll between the house and gates.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12360.27I discovered, too, that a great pleasure, an enjoyment which the horizon only bounded, lay all outside the high and spike-guarded walls of our garden: this pleasure consisted in prospect of noble summits girdling a great hill-hollow, rich in verdure and shadow; in a bright beck, full of dark stones and sparkling eddies.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91450.26Ay, dead as the stones on which her brains and blood were scattered."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_91990.26Even when within a very short distance of the manor-house, you could see nothing of it, so thick and dark grew the timber of the gloomy wood about it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90030.26At last the woods rose; the rookery clustered dark; a loud cawing broke the morning stillness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68360.25I put out my hand to feel the dark mass before me: I discriminated the rough stones of a low wall -- above it, something like palisades, and within, a high and prickly hedge.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68440.24In seeking the door, I turned an angle: there shot out the friendly gleam again, from the lozenged panes of a very small latticed window, within a foot of the ground, made still smaller by the growth of ivy or some other creeping plant, whose leaves clustered thick over the portion of the house wall in which it was set.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90560.24My 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_90050.24Another field crossed -- a lane threaded -- and there were the courtyard walls -- the back offices: the house itself, the rookery still hid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90020.24With what feelings I welcomed single trees I knew, and familiar glimpses of meadow and hill between them!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13880.24There were the two wings of the building; there was the garden; there were the skirts of Lowood; there was the hilly horizon.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_19230.24"You live just below -- do you mean at that house with the battlements?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66040.23I 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_18050.22Leaning over the battlements and looking far down, I surveyed the grounds laid out like a map: the bright and velvet lawn closely girdling the grey base of the mansion; the field, wide as a park, dotted with its ancient timber; the wood, dun and sere, divided by a path visibly overgrown, greener with moss than the trees were with foliage; the church at the gates, the road, the tranquil hills, all reposing in the autumn day's sun; the horizon bounded by a propitious sky, azure, marbled with pearly white.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92070.22I proceeded: at last my way opened, the trees thinned a little; presently I beheld a railing, then the house -- scarce, by this dim light, distinguishable from the trees; so dank and green were its decaying walls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6780.21The 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_57870.20And now I can recall the picture of the grey old house of God rising calm before me, of a rook wheeling round the steeple, of a ruddy morning sky beyond.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12260.20I learned the first two tenses of the verb ETRE, and sketched my first cottage (whose walls, by-the-bye, outrivalled in slope those of the leaning tower of Pisa), on the same day.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67110.19A pretty little house stood at the top of the lane, with a garden before it, exquisitely neat and brilliantly blooming.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2600.19I 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_9890.18No; I cannot believe that: I hold another creed: which no one ever taught me, and which I seldom mention; but in which I delight, and to which I cling: for it extends hope to all: it makes Eternity a rest -- a mighty home, not a terror and an abyss.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4270.18All this being nothing to me, my vacant attention soon found livelier attraction in the spectacle of a little hungry robin, which came and chirruped on the twigs of the leafless cherry-tree nailed against the wall near the casement.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92000.17Iron gates between granite pillars showed me where to enter, and passing through them, I found myself at once in the twilight of close-ranked trees.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79150.17I had closed my shutter, laid a mat to the door to prevent the snow from blowing in under it, trimmed my fire, and after sitting nearly an hour on the hearth listening to the muffled fury of the tempest, I lit a candle, took down "Marmion," and beginning - "Day set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone; The massive towers, the donjon keep, The flanking walls that round them sweep, In yellow lustre shone" - I soon forgot storm in music.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31310.14Mr. 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_82430.13"Do you want her?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81450.13I say again, I am glad!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71130.13What are you going to do with these gooseberries?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69380.13Let me see them- " "Indeed, I will not.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6910.13she asked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5990.13where are you?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56770.13"Not at first.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50190.13"No -- that is the best of it," he said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35530.13She knows all about us!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_310.13"Where the dickens is she!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30470.13"I will go, if no better may be; but I don't like it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90500.12In wandering round the shattered walls and through the devastated interior, I gathered evidence that the calamity was not of late occurrence.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78920.22So much has religion done for me; turning the original materials to the best account; pruning and training nature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62110.18I 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_75230.13-- To have surrendered to temptation; listened to passion; made no painful effort -- no struggle; -- but to have sunk down in the silken snare; fallen asleep on the flowers covering it; wakened in a southern clime, amongst the luxuries of a pleasure villa: to have been now living in France, Mr. Rochester's mistress; delirious with his love half my time -- for he would -- oh, yes, he would have loved me well for a while.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20860.35Did I break through one of your rings, that you spread that damned ice on the causeway?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14180.27Feverish 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_60430.25At first I did not know to what room he had borne me; all was cloudy to my glazed sight: presently I felt the reviving warmth of a fire; for, summer as it was, I had become icy cold in my chamber.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18970.24Man and horse were down; they had slipped on the sheet of ice which glazed the causeway.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93300.24And you are not a pining outcast amongst strangers?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71980.21"Not at all, with Hannah bustling about and covering you with flour."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15960.19"Oh, it is no trouble; I dare say your own hands are almost numbed with cold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66670.17I felt it would be degrading to faint with hunger on the causeway of a hamlet.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63720.16I did not then know that it was no transitory blossom, but rather the radiant resemblance of one, cut in an indestructible gem.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92950.13Oh!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78400.13No!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77860.13But what of the resemblance?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49430.13"As we are!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_280.13"Boh!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27030.13"What!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56230.13During all my first sleep, I was following the windings of an unknown road; total obscurity environed me; rain pelted me; I was burdened with the charge of a little child: a very small creature, too young and feeble to walk, and which shivered in my cold arms, and wailed piteously in my ear.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80240.24He got up, held it close to my eyes: and I read, traced in Indian ink, in my own handwriting, the words "JANE EYRE" -- the work doubtless of some moment of abstraction.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31770.23"Then, what induced you to take charge of such a little doll as that?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49880.13"What, me!"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76710.48These 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_82280.31And that is saying a great deal; for after all, the British peasantry are the best taught, best mannered, most self-respecting of any in Europe: since those days I have seen paysannes and Bauerinnen; and the best of them seemed to me ignorant, coarse, and besotted, compared with my Morton girls.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7720.31The 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_7860.28The stronger among the girls ran about and engaged in active games, but sundry pale and thin ones herded together for shelter and warmth in the verandah; and amongst these, as the dense mist penetrated to their shivering frames, I heard frequently the sound of a hollow cough.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8830.25It 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_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_8960.13"Hardened girl!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_580.13"I was reading."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36530.13"You know -- and perhaps think well of."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15180.13"A little."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84690.32It 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_58230.31My 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_65670.27As yet my flight, I was sure, was undiscovered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6280.24I'll ask cook to bake you a little cake, and then you shall help me to look over your drawers; for I am soon to pack your trunk.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_97200.23"And it was last Monday night, somewhere near midnight?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_71620.23You look a raight down dacent little crater."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54700.23I, at least, had nothing more to do: there were my trunks, packed, locked, corded, ranged in a row along the wall of my little chamber; to-morrow, at this time, they would be far on their road to London: and so should I (D.V.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1480.22My head still ached and bled with the blow and fall I had received: no one had reproved John for wantonly striking me; and because I had turned against him to avert farther irrational violence, I was loaded with general opprobrium.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22640.18Adele seemed scarcely to need the warning -- she had already retired to a sofa with her treasure, and was busy untying the cord which secured the lid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25170.16She stood there, by that beech-trunk -- a hag like one of those who appeared to Macbeth on the heath of Forres.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47800.13Everybody knew your errand."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77490.38I have brought you a book for evening solace," and he laid on the table a new publication -- a poem: one of those genuine productions so often vouchsafed to the fortunate public of those days -- the golden age of modern literature.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87570.21The interest you cherish is lawless and unconsecrated.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40710.19Now, doctor, I shall take the liberty of administering a dose myself, on my own responsibility.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42380.16He got into debt and into jail: his mother helped him out twice, but as soon as he was free he returned to his old companions and habits.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80870.13"I would rather not just now."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43060.13"Oh, no!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38320.13I did his behest.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3230.13Can you tell me some of them?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84130.57Of 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_63410.34I passed it as negligently as I did the pollard willow opposite to it: I had no presentiment of what it would be to me; no inward warning that the arbitress of my life -- my genius for good or evil -- waited there in humble guise.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94360.32If Saul could have had you for his David, the evil spirit would have been exorcised without the aid of the harp."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66360.32I turned my prayer to thanksgiving: the Source of Life was also the Saviour of spirits.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47720.19His last words were balm: they seemed to imply that it imported something to him whether I forgot him or not.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46380.13I assured her we were alone.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_48870.43"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_66250.21Thus lodged, I was not, at least -- at the commencement of the night, cold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14910.21"I live at the lodge: the old porter has left."
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_24560.19Don't trouble yourself to answer -- I see you laugh rarely; but you can laugh very merrily: believe me, you are not naturally austere, any more than I am naturally vicious.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41830.35At last I looked up at the tardy speaker: he was looking eagerly at me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83670.28Startled at being thus addressed, I did not immediately reply: after a moment's hesitation I answered - "But are you sure you are not in the position of those conquerors whose triumphs have cost them too dear?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25390.21After this digression he proceeded - "I remained in the balcony.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18960.21and a clattering tumble, arrested my attention.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82510.20"You give it up very gleefully," said he; "I don't quite understand your light-heartedness, because I cannot tell what employment you propose to yourself as a substitute for the one you are relinquishing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79490.19So I snuffed the candle and resumed the perusal of "Marmion."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78870.17As His disciple I adopt His pure, His merciful, His benignant doctrines.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25660.35When we went in, and I had removed her bonnet and coat, I took her on my knee; kept her there an hour, allowing her to prattle as she liked: not rebuking even some little freedoms and trivialities into which she was apt to stray when much noticed, and which betrayed in her a superficiality of character, inherited probably from her mother, hardly congenial to an English mind.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53530.30Glad was I to get him out of the silk warehouse, and then out of a jewellers shop: the more he bought me, the more my cheek burned with a sense of annoyance and degradation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_3480.29Poverty looks grim to grown people; still more so to children: they have not much idea of industrious, working, respectable poverty; they think of the word only as connected with ragged clothes, scanty food, fireless grates, rude manners, and debasing vices: poverty for me was synonymous with degradation.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_42600.24She turned as I drew near, and looked at me haughtily: her eyes seemed to demand, "What can the creeping creature want now?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51350.22"To women who please me only by their faces, I am the very devil when I find out they have neither souls nor hearts -- when they open to me a perspective of flatness, triviality, and perhaps imbecility, coarseness, and ill-temper: but to the clear eye and eloquent tongue, to the soul made of fire, and the character that bends but does not break -- at once supple and stable, tractable and consistent -- I am ever tender and true."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21020.20"Don't trouble yourself to give her a character," returned Mr. Rochester: "eulogiums will not bias me; I shall judge for myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_68850.16"Mortally: after all, it's tough work fagging away at a language with no master but a lexicon."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34770.13"What is she like?"

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_80250.39"Briggs wrote to me of a Jane Eyre:" he said, "the advertisements demanded a Jane Eyre: I knew a Jane Elliott.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9390.39"Is Miss Temple as severe to you as Miss Scatcherd?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82130.36"And the school, Miss Eyre?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_36860.36"Yes; and to the beautiful Miss Ingram."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2840.36Come here, Miss Jane: your name is Jane, is it not?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15250.36"Well, that is beautiful, Miss Jane!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12230.33Miss 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_9210.32"But that teacher, Miss Scatcherd, is so cruel to you?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6900.32"Is there a little girl called Jane Eyre here?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35280.32Miss Ingram returned to us through the arch.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34970.32ejaculated Miss Ingram, and the man went.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2860.32"Well, you have been crying, Miss Jane Eyre; can you tell me what about?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_25030.32"You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7310.29Miss 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_8360.29"Did you say that tall lady was called Miss Temple?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34330.29exclaimed Miss Ingram: "you tiresome monkey!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93100.28-- Jane Eyre," was all he said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93090.28"Jane Eyre!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8450.28"But Miss Temple is the best -- isn't she?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8420.28"Do you like the little black one, and the Madame -?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8280.28"To Miss Temple?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81000.28Your name is Jane Eyre?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72890.28"You said your name was Jane Elliott?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52000.28Were you jealous, Jane?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47570.28"And this is Jane Eyre?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44950.28"I am Jane Eyre."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44940.28Are you Jane Eyre?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34270.28said Miss Ingram.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29930.28"Miss Ingram!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_22680.28"Is Miss Eyre there?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11650.28"Shall I, Miss Temple?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5980.26All at once I heard a clear voice call, "Miss Jane!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34790.26"A shockingly ugly old creature, miss; almost as black as a crock."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31210.26And Miss Ingram had looked down at her with a mocking air, and exclaimed, "Oh, what a little puppet!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_15000.26-- he and Miss Georgiana made it up to run away; but they were found out and stopped.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33740.26Much too, you will think, reader, to engender jealousy: if a woman, in my position, could presume to be jealous of a woman in Miss Ingram's.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41090.24I, supposing he had done with me, prepared to return to the house; again, however, I heard him call "Jane!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38810.24One of the ladies ran to him directly; she seized his arm: it was Miss Ingram.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_34860.24"I cannot possibly countenance any such inconsistent proceeding," chimed in the Dowager Ingram.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33540.24Mr. Rochester led in Miss Ingram; she was complimenting him on his acting.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13070.24Miss 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_9590.24"Well, then, with Miss Temple you are good?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_6600.24"That was wrong, Miss Jane."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59730.24And yet where was the Jane Eyre of yesterday?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52580.24exclaimed I, nettled; "he is nothing like my father!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50810.24"It is Jane Eyre, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49840.24I would not -- I could not -- marry Miss Ingram.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49800.24What love have I for Miss Ingram?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4540.24"Jane Eyre, sir."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4290.24"Miss Jane, take off your pinafore; what are you doing there?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1040.48"Miss Abbot, lend me your garters; she would break mine directly."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4350.41I was spared the trouble of answering, for Bessie seemed in too great a hurry to listen to explanations; she hauled me to the washstand, inflicted a merciless, but happily brief scrub on my face and hands with soap, water, and a coarse towel; disciplined my head with a bristly brush, denuded me of my pinafore, and then hurrying me to the top of the stairs, bid me go down directly, as I was wanted in the breakfast-room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2630.28Bessie had now finished dusting and tidying the room, and having washed her hands, she opened a certain little drawer, full of splendid shreds of silk and satin, and began making a new bonnet for Georgiana's doll.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46030.26"You might have spared yourself the trouble of delivering that tirade," answered Georgiana.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_17230.26She had finished her breakfast, so I permitted her to give a specimen of her accomplishments.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40680.20You 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_4310.18I gave another tug before I answered, for I wanted the bird to be secure of its bread: the sash yielded; I scattered the crumbs, some on the stone sill, some on the cherry-tree bough, then, closing the window, I replied - "No, Bessie; I have only just finished dusting."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18690.14Having seen Adele comfortably seated in her little chair by Mrs. Fairfax's parlour fireside, and given her her best wax doll (which I usually kept enveloped in silver paper in a drawer) to play with, and a story-book for change of amusement; and having replied to her "Revenez bientot, ma bonne amie, ma chere Mdlle.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8170.13Do they keep us for nothing?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39130.13I asked.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_38830.13said she.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_13800.13I had given in allegiance to duty and order; I was quiet; I believed I was content: to the eyes of others, usually even to my own, I appeared a disciplined and subdued character.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40750.52He held out the tiny glass, and I half filled it from the water-bottle on the washstand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26330.40Not a moment could be lost: the very sheets were kindling, I rushed to his basin and ewer; fortunately, one was wide and the other deep, and both were filled with water.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30760.38There were but eight; yet, somehow, as they flocked in, they gave the impression of a much larger number.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39730.37I must dip my hand again and again in the basin of blood and water, and wipe away the trickling gore.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39630.35"I shall have to leave you in this room with this gentleman, for an hour, or perhaps two hours: you will sponge the blood as I do when it returns: if he feels faint, you will put the glass of water on that stand to his lips, and your salts to his nose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72020.35And still holding my hand she made me rise, and led me into the inner room.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39500.35"Hold the candle," said Mr. Rochester, and I took it: he fetched a basin of water from the washstand: "Hold that," said he.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92730.32He checked the water on its way to his lips, and seemed to listen: he drank, and put the glass down.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92540.32She then proceeded to fill a glass with water, and place it on a tray, together with candles.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_90760.32I breathed again: my blood resumed its flow.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44930.32said she; "don't annoy me with holding the clothes fast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59950.29That bitter hour cannot be described: in truth, "the waters came into my soul; I sank in deep mire: I felt no standing; I came into deep waters; the floods overflowed me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39990.28I had, again and again, held the water to Mason's white lips; again and again offered him the stimulating salts: my efforts seemed ineffectual: either bodily or mental suffering, or loss of blood, or all three combined, were fast prostrating his strength.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39520.28He took the sponge, dipped it in, and moistened the corpse-like face; he asked for my smelling-bottle, and applied it to the nostrils.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54930.27As I looked up at them, the moon appeared momentarily in that part of the sky which filled their fissure; her disk was blood- red and half overcast; she seemed to throw on me one bewildered, dreary glance, and buried herself again instantly in the deep drift of cloud.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_18770.27Gathering 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_81250.26"You three, then, are my cousins; half our blood on each side flows from the same source?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_49450.26Gathering me to his breast, pressing his lips on my lips: "so, Jane!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12080.26Then her soul sat on her lips, and language flowed, from what source I cannot tell.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94330.26By the bye, I must mind not to rise on your hearth with only a glass of water then: I must bring an egg at the least, to say nothing of fried ham."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92600.24The tray shook as I held it; the water spilt from the glass; my heart struck my ribs loud and fast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8910.24"Why," thought I, "does she not explain that she could neither clean her nails nor wash her face, as the water was frozen?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78500.24It is dearer than the blood in my veins.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61290.24If the flood annoyed him, so much the better.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55520.24He held out his hand, laughing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39280.24"Have you any salts -- volatile salts?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_26510.23He took it from my hand, held it up, and surveyed the bed, all blackened and scorched, the sheets drenched, the carpet round swimming in water.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44340.22The hue of her dress was black too; but its fashion was so different from her sister's -- so much more flowing and becoming -- it looked as stylish as the other's looked puritanical.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39310.22I returned, sought the sponge on the washstand, the salts in my drawer, and once more retraced my steps.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_39540.21Mr. Rochester opened the shirt of the wounded man, whose arm and shoulder were bandaged: he sponged away blood, trickling fast down.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85820.21He had held me in awe, because he had held me in doubt.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94080.20I stretched my hand to take a glass of water from a hireling, and it was given me by you: I asked a question, expecting John's wife to answer me, and your voice spoke at my ear."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_56680.19I 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_96550.19"A poor blind man, whom you will have to lead about by the hand?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_58910.19Still holding me fast, he left the church: the three gentlemen came after.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27430.19"How providential that he had presence of mind to think of the water-jug!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57780.18I would fain have spoken to her, but my hand was held by a grasp of iron: I was hurried along by a stride I could hardly follow; and to look at Mr. Rochester's face was to feel that not a second of delay would be tolerated for any purpose.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11500.18I felt the impression of woe as she spoke, but I could not tell whence it came; and when, having done speaking, she breathed a little fast and coughed a short cough, I momentarily forgot my own sorrows to yield to a vague concern for her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37120.17The forehead declares, 'Reason sits firm and holds the reins, and she will not let the feelings burst away and hurry her to wild chasms.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96760.15I did not like to put my hand into a hireling's, but it is pleasant to feel it circled by Jane's little fingers.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81570.15"Tell me where I can get you a glass of water," said St. John; "you must really make an effort to tranquillise your feelings."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57900.14By Mr. Rochester they were not observed; he was earnestly looking at my face from which the blood had, I daresay, momentarily fled: for I felt my forehead dewy, and my cheeks and lips cold.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37310.14The flame illuminated her hand stretched out: roused now, and on the alert for discoveries, I at once noticed that hand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1350.14Returning, I had to cross before the looking-glass; my fascinated glance involuntarily explored the depth it revealed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95600.14"Hindostanee."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_93700.14He relapsed again into gloom.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86950.14What!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_83990.14When he said "go," I went; "come," I came; "do this," I did it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79850.14-- To proceed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_74710.14"What then?

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76370.27"I am so giddy and thoughtless!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59590.27He referred him to me for assistance.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98190.22His is the exaction of the apostle, who speaks but for Christ, when he says -- "Whosoever will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross and follow me."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_35180.21Miss Ingram rose solemnly: "I go first," she said, in a tone which might have befitted the leader of a forlorn hope, mounting a breach in the van of his men.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85750.21It is the cause of God I advocate: it is under His standard I enlist you.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82020.19"That is saying too much: such hazardous affirmations are a proof of the excitement under which you labour."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67640.19To be sure, what I begged was employment; but whose business was it to provide me with employment?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2110.13I was a precocious actress in her eyes; she sincerely looked on me as a compound of virulent passions, mean spirit, and dangerous duplicity.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5110.48"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_65890.42May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9530.38Yes, his enemies were the worst: they shed blood they had no right to shed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84300.36The 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_49400.36-- I have as much soul as you, -- and full as much heart!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_55040.35A puerile tear dimmed my eye while I looked -- a tear of disappointment and impatience; ashamed of it, I wiped it away.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62300.32But that is not your pity, Jane; it is not the feeling of which your whole face is full at this moment -- with which your eyes are now almost overflowing -- with which your heart is heaving -- with which your hand is trembling in mine.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96300.32As he turned aside his face a minute, I saw a tear slide from under the sealed eyelid, and trickle down the manly cheek.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61270.32I 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_60250.32I suppose, then, your heart has been weeping blood?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92960.29I CANNOT see, but I must feel, or my heart will stop and my brain burst.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66330.29Looking up, I, with tear-dimmed eyes, saw the mighty Milky-way.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62280.29"No, sir, finish it now; I pity you -- I do earnestly pity you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60350.27There 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_68930.26She wiped her eyes with her apron: the two girls, grave before, looked sad now.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_60860.26Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.
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_9780.26In 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_27180.26"I knew," he continued, "you would do me good in some way, at some time; -- I saw it in your eyes when I first beheld you: their expression and smile did not" -- (again he stopped) -- "did not" (he proceeded hastily) "strike delight to my very inmost heart so for nothing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69560.24These 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_60220.24I 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_65730.24In the midst of my pain of heart and frantic effort of principle, I abhorred myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_79390.23A perhaps uncalled-for gush of pity came over my heart: I was moved to say - "I wish Diana or Mary would come and live with you: it is too bad that you should be quite alone; and you are recklessly rash about your own health."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_98080.22On that occasion, he again, with a full heart, acknowledged that God had tempered judgment with mercy.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_95940.22Long 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_62470.22The sufferings of this mortal state will leave me with the heavy flesh that now cumbers my soul.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94800.22I softened considerably what related to the three days of wandering and starvation, because to have told him all would have been to inflict unnecessary pain: the little I did say lacerated his faithful heart deeper than I wished.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_52180.21It pains me to be misjudged by so good a woman."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40200.21The flesh on the shoulder is torn as well as cut.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2770.21but how could she divine the morbid suffering to which I was a prey?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1530.21How all my brain was in tumult, and all my heart in insurrection!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69490.21I sank on the wet doorstep: I groaned -- I wrung my hands -- I wept in utter anguish.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44810.20I knew by her stony eye -- opaque to tenderness, indissoluble to tears -- that she was resolved to consider me bad to the last; because to believe me good would give her no generous pleasure: only a sense of mortification.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31320.19Lord Ingram, like his sisters, is very tall; like them, also, he is handsome; but he shares Mary's apathetic and listless look: he seems to have more length of limb than vivacity of blood or vigour of brain.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12160.19Helen 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_93780.19"It is a pity to see it; and a pity to see your eyes -- and the scar of fire on your forehead: and the worst of it is, one is in danger of loving you too well for all this; and making too much of you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57610.19he said, "my brain is on fire with impatience, and you tarry so long!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_27410.19There were exclamations of "What a mercy master was not burnt in his bed!"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78090.18The sternest-seeming stoic is human after all; and to "burst" with boldness and good-will into "the silent sea" of their souls is often to confer on them the first of obligations.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31550.18I believe he is of mine; -- I am sure he is -- I feel akin to him -- I understand the language of his countenance and movements: though rank and wealth sever us widely, I have something in my brain and heart, in my blood and nerves, that assimilates me mentally to him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45070.17Reed pitied it; and he used to nurse it and notice it as if it had been his own: more, indeed, than he ever noticed his own at that age.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41040.17"Let her be taken care of; let her be treated as tenderly as may be: let her -- " he stopped and burst into tears.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2490.16I felt physically weak and broken down: but my worse ailment was an unutterable wretchedness of mind: a wretchedness which kept drawing from me silent tears; no sooner had I wiped one salt drop from my cheek than another followed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1720.16I 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_49050.16In listening, I sobbed convulsively; for I could repress what I endured no longer; I was obliged to yield, and I was shaken from head to foot with acute distress.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_41650.16Mind, I don't say a CRIME; I am not speaking of shedding of blood or any other guilty act, which might make the perpetrator amenable to the law: my word is ERROR.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59800.15I looked at my love: that feeling which was my master's -- which he had created; it shivered in my heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle; sickness and anguish had seized it; it could not seek Mr. Rochester's arms -- it could not derive warmth from his breast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_9410.14"Miss Temple is full of goodness; it pains her to be severe to any one, even the worst in the school: she sees my errors, and tells me of them gently; and, if I do anything worthy of praise, she gives me my meed liberally.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29960.14Adele now petitioned to go down; but I took her on my knee, and gave her to understand that she must not on any account think of venturing in sight of the ladies, either now or at any other time, unless expressly sent for: that Mr. Rochester would be very angry, &c. "Some natural tears she shed" on being told this; but as I began to look very grave, she consented at last to wipe them.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_65700.14It 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_9990.54Then the scanty supply of food was distressing: with the keen appetites of growing children, we had scarcely sufficient to keep alive a delicate invalid.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_96330.40"And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12030.35We feasted that evening as on nectar and ambrosia; and not the least delight of the entertainment was the smile of gratification with which our hostess regarded us, as we satisfied our famished appetites on the delicate fare she liberally supplied.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63710.32I 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_84270.31This St. John opposed; he said I did not want dissipation, I wanted employment; my present life was too purposeless, I required an aim; and, I suppose, by way of supplying deficiencies, he prolonged still further my lessons in Hindostanee, and grew more urgent in requiring their accomplishment: and I, like a fool, never thought of resisting him -- I could not resist him.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32040.29"But my curiosity will be past its appetite; it craves food now."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23210.26Young lady, I am disposed to be gregarious and communicative to-night."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23240.23"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_8750.21A 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_72230.21I did not refuse it, for my appetite was awakened and keen.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75480.19They are, in truth, scanty enough; but -- " I interrupted - "My cottage is clean and weather-proof; my furniture sufficient and commodious.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45790.18She told me one evening, when more disposed to be communicative than usual, that John's conduct, and the threatened ruin of the family, had been a source of profound affliction to her: but she had now, she said, settled her mind, and formed her resolution.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85050.16Jane, you are docile, diligent, disinterested, faithful, constant, and courageous; very gentle, and very heroic: cease to mistrust yourself -- I can trust you unreservedly.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_94530.16It was mournful, indeed, to witness the subjugation of that vigorous spirit to a corporeal infirmity.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12000.15And as the girl withdrew she added, smiling, "Fortunately, I have it in my power to supply deficiencies for this once."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72390.13"I do.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_37470.13My own?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_21630.13"Yes."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_1490.13"Unjust!

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_900.46The 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_31090.35I cannot tell whether Miss Ingram was a genius, but she was self-conscious -- remarkably self- conscious indeed.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51680.32You will not exclude me from your confidence if you admit me to your heart?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_59810.28Oh, never more could it turn to him; for faith was blighted -- confidence destroyed!
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31080.27Genius is said to be self-conscious.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_23230.26I am sure most people would have thought him an ugly man; yet there was so much unconscious pride in his port; so much ease in his demeanour; such a look of complete indifference to his own external appearance; so haughty a reliance on the power of other qualities, intrinsic or adventitious, to atone for the lack of mere personal attractiveness, that, in looking at him, one inevitably shared the indifference, and, even in a blind, imperfect sense, put faith in the confidence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_53720.26I'll get admitted there, and I'll stir up mutiny; and you, three-tailed bashaw as you are, sir, shall in a trice find yourself fettered amongst our hands: nor will I, for one, consent to cut your bonds till you have signed a charter, the most liberal that despot ever yet conferred."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_82190.25My 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_50230.23After which he murmured, "It will atone -- it will atone.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30500.23"No; I pleaded off, and he admitted my plea.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51940.23"Well, I feigned courtship of Miss Ingram, because I wished to render you as madly in love with me as I was with you; and I knew jealousy would be the best ally I could call in for the furtherance of that end."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66810.22I felt sorely urged to weep; but conscious how unseasonable such a manifestation would be, I restrained it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69750.21You have done your duty in excluding, now let me do mine in admitting her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24380.17"That sounds a dangerous maxim, sir; because one can see at once that it is liable to abuse."

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62640.48Far from desiring to publish the connection, he became as anxious to conceal it as myself.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_29220.42Ere long, I had reason to congratulate myself on the course of wholesome discipline to which I had thus forced my feelings to submit.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57820.39I wanted to feel the thoughts whose force he seemed breasting and resisting.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51410.37Jane, 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_27360.35Sense would resist delirium: judgment would warn passion.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_77660.35"With all his firmness and self-control," thought I, "he tasks himself too far: locks every feeling and pang within -- expresses, confesses, imparts nothing.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86430.32But this time his feelings were all pent in his heart: I was not worthy to hear them uttered.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62550.32I saw hope revive -- and felt regeneration possible.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_24630.30While talking to you, I have also occasionally watched Adele (I have my own reasons for thinking her a curious study, -- reasons that I may, nay, that I shall, impart to you some day).
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85130.29"I CAN do what he wants me to do: I am forced to see and acknowledge that," I meditated, -- "that is, if life be spared me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84920.29This I could do in the beginning: soon (for I know your powers) you would be as strong and apt as myself, and would not require my help."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84570.29"All have not your powers, and it would be folly for the feeble to wish to march with the strong."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61230.29I felt an inward power; a sense of influence, which supported me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75560.29"Very well; I hope you feel the content you express: at any rate, your good sense will tell you that it is too soon yet to yield to the vacillating fears of Lot's wife.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_46070.29Feeling without judgment is a washy draught indeed; but judgment untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72290.28"It is well for you that a low fever has forced you to abstain for the last three days: there would have been danger in yielding to the cravings of your appetite at first.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_57280.28I reflected, and in truth it appeared to me the only possible one: satisfied I was not, but to please him I endeavoured to appear so -- relieved, I certainly did feel; so I answered him with a contented smile.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_40030.28Nor was it unwarranted: in five minutes more the grating key, the yielding lock, warned me my watch was relieved.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_76900.28Of course, she knew her power: indeed, he did not, because he could not, conceal it from her.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88650.27To have yielded then would have been an error of principle; to have yielded now would have been an error of judgment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_87370.27"Keep to common sense, St. John: you are verging on nonsense.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4020.27I half believed her; for I felt indeed only bad feelings surging in my breast.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31600.27I know I must conceal my sentiments: I must smother hope; I must remember that he cannot care much for me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_14600.26Next 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_12900.26I 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_11400.24Teachers and pupils may look coldly on you for a day or two, but friendly feelings are concealed in their hearts; and if you persevere in doing well, these feelings will ere long appear so much the more evidently for their temporary suppression.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_84650.24"My heart is mute, -- my heart is mute," I answered, struck and thrilled.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_62600.24Let her identity, her connection with yourself, be buried in oblivion: you are bound to impart them to no living being.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89940.24The suggestion was sensible, and yet I could not force myself to act on it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_89270.24MY powers were in play and in force.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_63880.24I am bound to you with a strong attachment.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54810.24I had at heart a strange and anxious thought.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43390.24There's sense in the suggestion; not a doubt of it.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70780.23When she left me, I felt comparatively strong and revived: ere long satiety of repose and desire for action stirred me.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_81840.22"With me," said I, "it is fully as much a matter of feeling as of conscience: I must indulge my feelings; I so seldom have had an opportunity of doing so.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4830.22"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_13850.22It did not seem as if a prop were withdrawn, but rather as if a motive were gone: it was not the power to be tranquil which had failed me, but the reason for tranquillity was no more.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11490.22I was silent; Helen had calmed me; but in the tranquillity she imparted there was an alloy of inexpressible sadness.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_33870.22If Miss Ingram had been a good and noble woman, endowed with force, fervour, kindness, sense, I should have had one vital struggle with two tigers -- jealousy and despair: then, my heart torn out and devoured, I should have admired her -- acknowledged her excellence, and been quiet for the rest of my days: and the more absolute her superiority, the deeper would have been my admiration -- the more truly tranquil my quiescence.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_54560.22He 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_93640.22I suppose I should now entertain none but fatherly feelings for you: do you think so?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_85510.22Consider a moment -- your strong sense will guide you."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_75160.22I felt -- yes, idiot that I am -- I felt degraded.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_50260.22Is there not love in my heart, and constancy in my resolves?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_31900.22"No, you men never do consider economy and common sense.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_47550.21I suppose I do come on; though in what fashion I know not; being scarcely cognisant of my movements, and solicitous only to appear calm; and, above all, to control the working muscles of my face -- which I feel rebel insolently against my will, and struggle to express what I had resolved to conceal.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_88550.21Remember, we are bid to work while it is day -- warned that 'the night cometh when no man shall work.'
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_86870.21Had I attended to the suggestions of pride and ire, I should immediately have left him; but something worked within me more strongly than those feelings could.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_78790.21Reason, and not feeling, is my guide; my ambition is unlimited: my desire to rise higher, to do more than others, insatiable.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_61440.21I ought probably to have done or said nothing; but I was so tortured by a sense of remorse at thus hurting his feelings, I could not control the wish to drop balm where I had wounded.

Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7760.48She went on - "You had this morning a breakfast which you could not eat; you must be hungry: -- I have ordered that a lunch of bread and cheese shall be served to all."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10110.45A little solace came at tea-time, in the shape of a double ration of bread -- a whole, instead of a half, slice -- with the delicious addition of a thin scrape of butter: it was the hebdomadal treat to which we all looked forward from Sabbath to Sabbath.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70760.45Hannah had brought me some gruel and dry toast, about, as I supposed, the dinner-hour.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_44110.44Old times crowded fast back on me as I watched her bustling about -- setting out the tea-tray with her best china, cutting bread and butter, toasting a tea-cake, and, between whiles, giving little Robert or Jane an occasional tap or push, just as she used to give me in former days.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11940.43"Barbara," said she, "can you not bring a little more bread and butter?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10010.42Many a time I have shared between two claimants the precious morsel of brown bread distributed at tea-time; and after relinquishing to a third half the contents of my mug of coffee, I have swallowed the remainder with an accompaniment of secret tears, forced from me by the exigency of hunger.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8700.42Soon after five p.m. we had another meal, consisting of a small mug of coffee, and half-a-slice of brown bread.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12560.41Besides, there were fewer to feed; the sick could eat little; our breakfast-basins were better filled; when there was no time to prepare a regular dinner, which often happened, she would give us a large piece of cold pie, or a thick slice of bread and cheese, and this we carried away with us to the wood, where we each chose the spot we liked best, and dined sumptuously.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30200.40She was really hungry, so the chicken and tarts served to divert her attention for a time.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70050.38And he withdrew the cup of milk and the plate of bread.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72220.36Hannah says you have had nothing but some gruel since breakfast."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69090.36And she proceeded to prepare the meal.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69240.35"I want a night's shelter in an out-house or anywhere, and a morsel of bread to eat."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_32620.35"Commands from Miss Ingram's lips would put spirit into a mug of milk and water."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7170.34When it came to my turn, I drank, for I was thirsty, but did not touch the food, excitement and fatigue rendering me incapable of eating: I now saw, however, that it was a thin oaten cake shaved into fragments.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_4280.32The remains of my breakfast of bread and milk stood on the table, and having crumbled a morsel of roll, I was tugging at the sash to put out the crumbs on the window- sill, when Bessie came running upstairs into the nursery.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_45710.32I know not how she occupied herself before breakfast, but after that meal she divided her time into regular portions, and each hour had its allotted task.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11890.32"Barbara," she said to the servant who answered it, "I have not yet had tea; bring the tray and place cups for these two young ladies."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_8710.32I devoured my bread and drank my coffee with relish; but I should have been glad of as much more -- I was still hungry.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7160.32The portions were handed round; those who liked took a draught of the water, the mug being common to all.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12020.32"I meant to give each of you some of this to take with you," said she, "but as there is so little toast, you must have it now," and she proceeded to cut slices with a generous hand.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67700.32I stopped and said - "Will you give me a piece of bread?
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67490.32Once more I took off my handkerchief -- once more I thought of the cakes of bread in the little shop.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10390.31And there is another thing which surprised me; I find, in settling accounts with the housekeeper, that a lunch, consisting of bread and cheese, has twice been served out to the girls during the past fortnight.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2570.30I 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_10410.29I looked over the regulations, and I find no such meal as lunch mentioned.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_67690.29A little before dark I passed a farm-house, at the open door of which the farmer was sitting, eating his supper of bread and cheese.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7790.28The bread and cheese was presently brought in and distributed, to the high delight and refreshment of the whole school.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72200.28Diana, as she passed in and out, in the course of preparing tea, brought me a little cake, baked on the top of the oven.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_7450.27Breakfast was over, and none had breakfasted.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72210.27"Eat that now," she said: "you must be hungry.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70910.27Hannah was baking.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_5690.27Would you like to drink some water?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_43860.27I should like something else: a little addition to the rite.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28860.27"No: I am too thirsty to eat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_2310.27"Would you like to drink, or could you eat anything?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_20100.27"When is his tea-time?"
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_11900.27And a tray was soon brought.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_70320.27"Hannah," said Mr. St. John, at last, "let her sit there at present, and ask her no questions; in ten minutes more, give her the remainder of that milk and bread.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_30070.27Threading this chaos, I at last reached the larder; there I took possession of a cold chicken, a roll of bread, some tarts, a plate or two and a knife and fork: with this booty I made a hasty retreat.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66630.26At the bottom of its one street there was a little shop with some cakes of bread in the window.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_28320.26"You must want your tea," said the good lady, as I joined her; "you ate so little at dinner.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_10050.26It was too far to return to dinner, and an allowance of cold meat and bread, in the same penurious proportion observed in our ordinary meals, was served round between the services.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_72030.25"Sit there," she said, placing me on the sofa, "while we take our things off and get the tea ready; it is another privilege we exercise in our little moorland home -- to prepare our own meals when we are so inclined, or when Hannah is baking, brewing, washing, or ironing."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_12010.24Having invited Helen and me to approach the table, and placed before each of us a cup of tea with one delicious but thin morsel of toast, she got up, unlocked a drawer, and taking from it a parcel wrapped in paper, disclosed presently to our eyes a good-sized seed-cake.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92670.24"Give me the water, Mary," he said.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_92580.24"Give the tray to me; I will carry it in."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_69980.24Give it me, and a piece of bread."
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_66640.24I coveted a cake of bread.
Bronte_Jane_Eyre_51540.24I know it: your request is granted then -- for the time.