Jane EyreReadHowYouWant.com, 1949 - 528 páginas Story of a misunderstood and mistreated orphan who grows up to be a strong willed woman. Relying on her independence and intelligence, she takes the job of governess of the daughter of the arrogant and mysterious master of the estate. She comes to love and be loved by him and they nearly marry, but the discovery of his dark secret, the existence of his insane wife, stops the wedding. She leaves, finds family, his estate burns down, his wife dies and he is blinded. She returns to tend and love him. |
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... felt him grasp my hair and my shoulder : he had closed with a desperate thing . I really saw in him a tyrant , a murderer . I felt a drop or two of blood from my head trickle down my neck , and was sensible of somewhat pungent suffering ...
... felt him grasp my hair and my shoulder : he had closed with a desperate thing . I really saw in him a tyrant , a murderer . I felt a drop or two of blood from my head trickle down my neck , and was sensible of somewhat pungent suffering ...
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... felt resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths. “Hold her arms, Miss Abbot: she's like a mad cat.” “For shame! for shame!” cried the lady's-maid. “What shocking conduct, Miss Eyre, to strike a young gentleman, your benefactress's ...
... felt resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths. “Hold her arms, Miss Abbot: she's like a mad cat.” “For shame! for shame!” cried the lady's-maid. “What shocking conduct, Miss Eyre, to strike a young gentleman, your benefactress's ...
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... felt would be terrible if realised : with all my might I endeavoured to stifle it - I endeavoured to be firm . Shaking my hair from my eyes , I lifted my head and tried to look boldly round the dark room ; at this moment a light gleamed ...
... felt would be terrible if realised : with all my might I endeavoured to stifle it - I endeavoured to be firm . Shaking my hair from my eyes , I lifted my head and tried to look boldly round the dark room ; at this moment a light gleamed ...
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... punished some other way ! I shall be killed if- " " Silence ! This violence is all most repulsive : " and so , no doubt , she felt it . I was a precocious actress in her eyes; she sincerely looked on me as a compound of 18.
... punished some other way ! I shall be killed if- " " Silence ! This violence is all most repulsive : " and so , no doubt , she felt it . I was a precocious actress in her eyes; she sincerely looked on me as a compound of 18.
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... felt easy. In 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. It was night: a candle burnt on the table; Bessie stood at the bed-foot with a ...
... felt easy. In 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. It was night: a candle burnt on the table; Bessie stood at the bed-foot with a ...
Índice
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CHAPTER VI | 77 |
CHAPTER VII | 89 |
CHAPTER VIII | 103 |
CHAPTER IX | 115 |
CHAPTER X | 128 |
CHAPTER XI | 145 |
CHAPTER XII | 170 |
CHAPTER XIV | 204 |
CHAPTER XV | 224 |
CHAPTER XVI | 243 |
CHAPTER XVII | 258 |
CHAPTER XVIII | 290 |
CHAPTER XIX | 313 |
CHAPTER XX | 331 |
CHAPTER XXI | 356 |
CHAPTER XIII | 186 |
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Abbot Adele answer asked Bessie Brocklehurst called candle chair Charlotte Bronte child cold Colonel Dent cried curls curtain dare dark door drawing-room dressed Eshton eyes face Fairfax fear feel felt fetch fire gallery Gateshead gentlemen Georgiana girl glance Grace Poole Gytrash hair hand head hear heard heart Helen Burns hour Jane Eyre John Reed knew lady laugh Leah light listen looked Lowood Lowton Madame mama Mary Ann Wilson Mason master Millcote minutes Miss Eyre Miss Ingram Miss Jane Miss Miller Miss Scatcherd Miss Temple Missis morning never night pale passed pleasure pupil Reed returned Rochester Rochester's rose round schoolroom seat seemed servants silence smile soon speak stood strange suppose sure talk teachers tell thing Thornfield Hall thought to-night took turned voice walk window wish word
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Página 2 - Or where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls, Boils round the naked melancholy isles Of farthest Thule, and the Atlantic surge Pours in among the stormy Hebrides; Who can recount what transmigrations there Are annual made? what nations come and go? And how the living clouds on clouds arise? Infinite wings ! till all the plume-dark air And rude resounding shore are one wild cry.
Página 69 - The garden was a wide inclosure, surrounded with walls so high as to exclude every glimpse of prospect ; a covered verandah ran down one side, and broad walks bordered a middle space divided into scores of little beds : these beds were assigned as gardens for the pupils to cultivate, and each bed had an owner. When full of flowers they would doubtless look pretty ; but now, at the latter end of January, all was wintry blight and brown deeay.
Página iii - Why have I alluded to this man ? I have alluded to him, reader, because I think I see in him an intellect profounder and more unique than his contemporaries have yet recognized ; because I regard him as the first social regenerator of the day — as the very master of that working corps who would restore to rectitude the warped system of things...
Página 87 - ... come when, I trust, we shall put them off in putting off our corruptible bodies; when debasement and sin will fall from us with this cumbrous frame of flesh, and only the spark of the spirit will remain — the impalpable principle of life and thought, pure as when it left the Creator to inspire the creature...
Página 94 - ... temporary privation. A 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...
Página 7 - I'll teach you to rummage my book-shelves: for they are mine; all the house belongs to me, or will do in a few years. Go and stand by the door, out of the way of the mirror and the windows.
Página 172 - Women are supposed to be very calm generally. But women feel just as men feel ; they need exercise for their faculties and a field for their efforts as much as their brothers do ; they suffer from too rigid a restraint, too absolute a stagnation, precisely as men would suffer ; and it is narrow-minded in their more privileged fellow-creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings, to playing on the piano and embroidering bags. It is thoughtless to...
Página 163 - ... and within it a boudoir, both spread with white carpets, on which seemed laid brilliant garlands of flowers ; both ceiled with snowy mouldings of white grapes and vine-leaves, beneath which glowed in rich contrast crimson couches and ottomans ; while the ornaments on the pale Parian mantelpiece were of sparkling Bohemian glass, ruby red; and between the windows large mirrors repeated the general blending of snow and fire. " In what order you keep these rooms, Mrs. Fairfax ! " said I. " No dust,...
Página 30 - If you had such, would you like to go to them ? " I reflected. Poverty 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. " No ; I should not like to belong to poor people," was my reply. " Not even if they were kind to you ? " I shook my head : I could...
Página 95 - Temple, Miss Temple, what - WHAT is that girl with curled hair? Red hair, ma'am, curled curled all over?" And extending his cane he pointed to the awful object, his hand shaking as he did so. "It is Julia Severn," replied Miss Temple, very quietly. "Julia Severn, ma'am! And why has she, or any other, curled hair? Why, in defiance of every precept and principle of this house, does she conform to the world so openly - here in an evangelical, charitable establishment - as to wear her hair one mass of...