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"
Missis
is
awake
,
"
said
she
;
"
I
have
told
her
you
are
here
:
come
and
let
us
see
if
she
will
know
you
.
"
I
did
not
need
to
be
guided
to
the
well-known
room
,
to
which
I
had
so
often
been
summoned
for
chastisement
or
reprimand
in
former
days
.
I
hastened
before
Bessie
;
I
softly
opened
the
door
:
a
shaded
light
stood
on
the
table
,
for
it
was
now
getting
dark
.
There
was
the
great
four-post
bed
with
amber
hangings
as
of
old
;
there
the
toilet-table
,
the
armchair
,
and
the
footstool
,
at
which
I
had
a
hundred
times
been
sentenced
to
kneel
,
to
ask
pardon
for
offences
by
me
uncommitted
.
I
looked
into
a
certain
corner
near
,
half-expecting
to
see
the
slim
outline
of
a
once
dreaded
switch
which
used
to
lurk
there
,
waiting
to
leap
out
imp-like
and
lace
my
quivering
palm
or
shrinking
neck
.
I
approached
the
bed
;
I
opened
the
curtains
and
leant
over
the
high-piled
pillows
.
Well
did
I
remember
Mrs.
Reed
's
face
,
and
I
eagerly
sought
the
familiar
image
.
It
is
a
happy
thing
that
time
quells
the
longings
of
vengeance
and
hushes
the
promptings
of
rage
and
aversion
.
I
had
left
this
woman
in
bitterness
and
hate
,
and
I
came
back
to
her
now
with
no
other
emotion
than
a
sort
of
ruth
for
her
great
sufferings
,
and
a
strong
yearning
to
forget
and
forgive
all
injuries
--
to
be
reconciled
and
clasp
hands
in
amity
.
The
well-known
face
was
there
:
stern
,
relentless
as
ever
--
there
was
that
peculiar
eye
which
nothing
could
melt
,
and
the
somewhat
raised
,
imperious
,
despotic
eyebrow
.
How
often
had
it
lowered
on
me
menace
and
hate
!
and
how
the
recollection
of
childhood
's
terrors
and
sorrows
revived
as
I
traced
its
harsh
line
now
!
And
yet
I
stooped
down
and
kissed
her
:
she
looked
at
me
.
"
Is
this
Jane
Eyre
?
"
she
said
.
"
Yes
,
Aunt
Reed
.
How
are
you
,
dear
aunt
?
"
I
had
once
vowed
that
I
would
never
call
her
aunt
again
:
I
thought
it
no
sin
to
forget
and
break
that
vow
now
.
My
fingers
had
fastened
on
her
hand
which
lay
outside
the
sheet
:
had
she
pressed
mine
kindly
,
I
should
at
that
moment
have
experienced
true
pleasure
.
But
unimpressionable
natures
are
not
so
soon
softened
,
nor
are
natural
antipathies
so
readily
eradicated
.
Mrs.
Reed
took
her
hand
away
,
and
,
turning
her
face
rather
from
me
,
she
remarked
that
the
night
was
warm
.
Again
she
regarded
me
so
icily
,
I
felt
at
once
that
her
opinion
of
me
--
her
feeling
towards
me
--
was
unchanged
and
unchangeable
.
I
knew
by
her
stony
eye
--
opaque
to
tenderness
,
indissoluble
to
tears
--
that
she
was
resolved
to
consider
me
bad
to
the
last
;
because
to
believe
me
good
would
give
her
no
generous
pleasure
:
only
a
sense
of
mortification
.
I
felt
pain
,
and
then
I
felt
ire
;
and
then
I
felt
a
determination
to
subdue
her
--
to
be
her
mistress
in
spite
both
of
her
nature
and
her
will
.
My
tears
had
risen
,
just
as
in
childhood
:
I
ordered
them
back
to
their
source
.
I
brought
a
chair
to
the
bed-head
:
I
sat
down
and
leaned
over
the
pillow
.
"
You
sent
for
me
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
I
am
here
;
and
it
is
my
intention
to
stay
till
I
see
how
you
get
on
.
"
"
Oh
,
of
course
!
You
have
seen
my
daughters
?
"
