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A poor governess, Jane Eyre, captures the heart of her enigmatic employer, Edward I read this book before I found the site and it is my favorite book ever!. and poetry. All books free to read online. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. Adobe PDF icon. Download this document as ppti.info: File size: MB What's this ?. My name is Jane Eyre and my story really begins when I was ten years old. I was living with I liked to look at the pictures in the big books from the library there.

At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon.

Afar, 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. The 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.

I 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. The two ships becalmed on a torpid sea, I believed to be marine phantoms.

So was the black horned thing seated aloof on a rock, surveying a distant crowd surrounding a gallows. Each picture told a story; mysterious often to my undeveloped understanding and imperfect feelings, yet ever profoundly interesting: as interesting as the tales Bessie sometimes narrated on winter evenings, when she chanced to be in good humour; and when, having brought her ironing-table to the nursery hearth, she allowed us to sit about it, and while she got up Mrs.

With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: happy at least in my way.

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I feared nothing but interruption, and that came too soon. The breakfast-room door opened.

I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing-room: Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent.

It contained a bookcase: I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into the window-seat: Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear November day.

At intervals, while turning over the leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, 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.

The 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. I 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.

The two ships becalmed on a torpid sea, I believed to be marine phantoms.

So was the black horned thing seated aloof on a rock, surveying a distant crowd surrounding a gallows. Each picture told a story; mysterious often to my undeveloped understanding and imperfect feelings, yet ever profoundly interesting: With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: I feared nothing but interruption, and that came too soon.

The breakfast-room door opened.He secretly keeps his first wife, insane and ferocious, locked in the attic of his house. In , Shirley, her third novel, but the second to be published, appeared.

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The arrival of Rochester and his guests, the bustle of the servants, and the excitement of continuous merrymaking divert Jane and the reader from further thought of hidden things. It is where Jane fears. I lingered in the long pas- structive agent in the form of ire. They did.

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