Jane Eyre Page #3
belonged to you.
Bless you, child,
what an idea. Me?
I'm only the housekeeper.
Forgive me.
There is a distant connection
between Mr. Rochester and me,
his mother was a Fairfax,
Heavens. Me,
owner of Thornfield?
We shall have a cheerful
house this winter.
With Miss Varens
here and with you,
we'll have quite
a merry time of it.
I'm sure that last winter, and what a severe
one it was, if it didn't rain it snowed,
if it didn't snow it blew.
I declare, not one soul came to
the house from November to February.
When spring finally came, I thought it
a great relief I hadn't gone distracted.
I've had Martha lay a fire.
I hope you'll be comfortable.
Now, get that lot turned
Do you want the
upper bit doing as well?
Yes.
We must open
to let in some air.
I've never seen such
an ancient old house.
How beautifully
you've preserved it.
Well, Mr. Rochester's visits
are always unexpected.
He doesn't like to arrive and
find everything all swathed up,
so I keep it in
constant readiness.
Now, come and
meet Miss Varens.
Did I mention
she's French?
Will you ask her
about her parents?
Her mother
has passed away.
Adle is going to show us
her accomplishments.
Oh!
How very French.
Very good.
Very good.
Now, we're going to make
a press. Shut the book up.
Butterfly.
And what was it
before it was a butterfly?
Caterpillar.
"I shall leave
and walk into town."
"Do not go,"
begged her maid.
"The Gytrash roams
these hills."
lies in wait for travelers.
It tenants the
carcasses of beasts,
possesses horses,
wolves, great dogs.
You know it
only by its eyes,
which burn as
red as coals,
and if one should
chance upon you...
Nothing. A mere story.
What nonsense.
Whatever
brings you up here?
I've been waiting
to pour our tea.
I'm not in need of tea,
thank you.
It's a quiet life,
isn't it?
This isolated house, a
still doom for a young woman.
action in her life, like a man.
It agitates me to pain that the
skyline over there is ever our limit.
I long sometimes for a power of
vision that would overpass it.
If I could behold
all I imagine...
I've never seen a city,
I've never
spoken with men.
And I fear my
whole life will pass...
Now, exercise
and fresh air,
great cures for
anything, they say.
I have some letters to post.
Will you take them?
Up! Up, you
cursed beast! Up!
- Stand back.
- Are you injured, sir?
May I be of some help?
Where did you
come from?
Just below, at Thornfield
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