I really saw in him a tyrant: a murderer. He then orders Jane to tend to Mason without any conversation between the two. I should have been more cautious, I should have taken that candle away. Fairfax had once shown her. Rochester to maintain the secret of the third-story attic. Rochester instructs Carter to take him home; he will visit in a day or two.
I only needed to pour my heart out. John had not much affection for his mother and sisters, and an antipathy to me. Jane's argument with John also points to the potential gender conflicts within the text. He promises to find her another place to live and work, somewhere in Ireland, but Jane is shaken already and starts crying, admitting that she cannot bear to be far from him or Thornfield Hall. After Jane waits for an hour in her room for another sound, Mr. I feared nothing but interruption, and that came too soon. Reed reflects on Jane's childhood and hatred she felt since the moment she first saw her as a baby, but sudden thoughts of her deceased son, John, leads her into psychosis, interrupting the conversation.
The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside, and with her darlings about her for the time neither quarrelling nor crying looked perfectly happy. Jane pages through a copy of the History of British Birds. Standing like a black pillar, Mr. When Jane looks for Mr. He gorged himself habitually at table, which made him bilious, and gave him a dim and bleared eye and flabby cheeks.
Reed's death, she manages to take the burden off her shoulders by unravelling the secret she has kept for many years. Working at Thornfield took its toll on me. Although Jane is adjusting to the change in surroundings, she is still taken aback by the conditions of the school, particularly the food, and the fact that the Reed family did not pay anything to maintain her keep. And there was nothing for her, only more years of imprisonment. The cut bled, the pain was sharp: my terror had passed its climax; other feelings succeeded. Reed, despite Jane's protests, accuses Jane of starting the fight. I wonder if he read that notion in my face; for, all at once, without speaking, he struck suddenly and strongly.
Volume I, Chapter 3 Summary: Jane wakes up, dimly aware of voices and of someone supporting her. Jane is the narrator of the tale, and she begins it by asserting that the wintry weather will not allow for a walk outside. The fortune-teller insists that she will not leave until she has read Jane's fortune. On good days, she used to sit in the armchair or on the floor and rocked herself to and fro, but on bad days… oh god, the bad days! Their hostility is still present, but lulled with Mrs. A nationality mix of managers and owners D.
Staying in, however, does not really have its advantages. My dear Agnes was dead and buried. Millcote is called what it is - Leeds. Aid was near him: Eliza and Georgiana had run for Mrs. I had been looking after that wretched woman for ten years. John 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. Anyone deprived of freedom for so long would have gone mad.
Rochester would have accompanied him. By fighting back when John and his mother torment her, Jane refuses the passivity that was expected for a woman in her class position. Reed, for once, seems to concede defeat. Reed, died of natural causes. The more solitary, the more friendless, the more unsustained I am, the more I will respect myself. Otis, the American Minister, bought Canterville Chase, every one told him he was doing a very foolish thing, as there was no doubt at all that the place was haunted. He assures her that neither he nor she is in any danger; the only thing that he has to fear is Mason's saying a certain thing.
There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. Rochester then shows Jane what he has brought her up for: a dazed Mason lies on a chair in the tapestry-room, soaked in blood. And what if Grace Poole got to tell her part? Jane already feels his absence from Thornfield and is distressed when she learns that Mr. I had just lost my husband and left my young son Robert with the Quakers. Lloyd then asks her if she would like to go to school.
Like a bird, she would like the freedom of flying away from the alienation she feels at the Reed's house. Jane notices the tree writhing and growling, wondering what ails it. While he waits for Mr. 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 even-tide. Jane cannot bring herself to do what is morally wrong, simply out of weakness of will and emotional neediness.