Good-night, my- He stopped, bit his lip, and abruptly left me.
You examine me, Miss Eyre, said he. Do you think me handsome?I should have deliberated, have replied to this question by something conventionally vague and polite; but the answer somehow slipped from...
And there is enchantment in the very hour I am now spending with you. Who can tell what a dark, dreary, hopeless life I have dragged on for months past? Doing nothing, expecting nothing; merging night...
His presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire.
How can it be that Jane is with me, and says she loves me? Will she not depart as suddenly as she came? To-morrow, I fear I shall find her no more.
Reader, I married him.It turned out the sounds I heard coming from the attic weren't the screams of Mr Rochester's mad wife Bertha. It wasn't the wife who burned to death in the fire that destroyed Th...