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This is a beautifully-designed new edition of Charlotte BrontÃƒÂƒÃ‚Â«'s impassioned novel Jane Eyre.
Fairfax.” “Leave the window open on his side, Carter; there is no wind—good-by, Dick.” “Fairfax—” “Well, what is it?” “Let her be taken care of; let her be treated as tenderly as may be; let her—” He stopped and burst into tears. “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. “Yet would to God there was an end of all this!” added Mr. Rochester, as he closed and barred the heavy yard-gates. This done, he moved with
remember what you said of Céline Varens?—of the diamonds, the cashmeres, you gave her? I will not be your English Céline Varens. I shall continue to act as Adèle’s governess; by that, I shall earn my board and lodging, and thirty pounds a year besides. I’ll furnish my own wardrobe out of that money, and you shall give me nothing, but—” “Well, but what?” “Your regard; and if I give you mine in return, that debt will be quit.” “Well, for cool native impudence, and pure innate pride, you haven’t
distance; but that until she heard from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation that I was endeavoring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly manner—something lighter, franker, more natural, as it were—she really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented, happy little children.” “What does Bessie say I have done?” I asked. “Jane, I don’t like cavillers or questioners: besides, there is something truly
unused to society, and a good deal afraid of making herself disadvantageously conspicuous by some solecism or blunder; yet, when addressed, you lifted a keen, a daring, and a glowing eye to your interlocutor’s face; there was penetration and power in each glance you gave; when plied by close questions, you found ready and round answers. Very soon you seemed to get used to me—I believe you felt the existence of sympathy between you and your grim and cross master, Jane; for it was astonishing to
“You need be in no hurry to hear,” he said; “let me frankly tell you, I have nothing eligiblehi or profitable to suggest. Before I explain, recall, if you please, my notice, clearly given, that if I helped you, it must be as the blind man would help the lame. I am poor; for I find that, when I have paid my father’s debts, all the patrimony remaining to me will be this crumbling grange, the row of scathed firs behind, and the patch of moorish soil, with the yew-trees and holly-bushes in front. I