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"
Yes
.
"
"
Well
,
you
may
tell
them
I
wish
you
to
stay
till
I
can
talk
some
things
over
with
you
I
have
on
my
mind
:
to-night
it
is
too
late
,
and
I
have
a
difficulty
in
recalling
them
.
But
there
was
something
I
wished
to
say
--
let
me
see
--
"
The
wandering
look
and
changed
utterance
told
what
wreck
had
taken
place
in
her
once
vigorous
frame
.
Turning
restlessly
,
she
drew
the
bedclothes
round
her
;
my
elbow
,
resting
on
a
corner
of
the
quilt
,
fixed
it
down
:
she
was
at
once
irritated
.
"
Sit
up
!
"
said
she
;
"
do
n't
annoy
me
with
holding
the
clothes
fast
.
Are
you
Jane
Eyre
?
"
"
I
am
Jane
Eyre
.
"
"
I
have
had
more
trouble
with
that
child
than
any
one
would
believe
.
Such
a
burden
to
be
left
on
my
hands
--
and
so
much
annoyance
as
she
caused
me
,
daily
and
hourly
,
with
her
incomprehensible
disposition
,
and
her
sudden
starts
of
temper
,
and
her
continual
,
unnatural
watchings
of
one
's
movements
!
I
declare
she
talked
to
me
once
like
something
mad
,
or
like
a
fiend
--
no
child
ever
spoke
or
looked
as
she
did
;
I
was
glad
to
get
her
away
from
the
house
.
What
did
they
do
with
her
at
Lowood
?
The
fever
broke
out
there
,
and
many
of
the
pupils
died
.
She
,
however
,
did
not
die
:
but
I
said
she
did
--
I
wish
she
had
died
!
"
"
A
strange
wish
,
Mrs.
Reed
;
why
do
you
hate
her
so
?
"
"
I
had
a
dislike
to
her
mother
always
;
for
she
was
my
husband
's
only
sister
,
and
a
great
favourite
with
him
:
he
opposed
the
family
's
disowning
her
when
she
made
her
low
marriage
;
and
when
news
came
of
her
death
,
he
wept
like
a
simpleton
.
He
would
send
for
the
baby
;
though
I
entreated
him
rather
to
put
it
out
to
nurse
and
pay
for
its
maintenance
.
I
hated
it
the
first
time
I
set
my
eyes
on
it
--
a
sickly
,
whining
,
pining
thing
!
It
would
wail
in
its
cradle
all
night
long
--
not
screaming
heartily
like
any
other
child
,
but
whimpering
and
moaning
.
Reed
pitied
it
;
and
he
used
to
nurse
it
and
notice
it
as
if
it
had
been
his
own
:
more
,
indeed
,
than
he
ever
noticed
his
own
at
that
age
.
He
would
try
to
make
my
children
friendly
to
the
little
beggar
:
the
darlings
could
not
bear
it
,
and
he
was
angry
with
them
when
they
showed
their
dislike
.
In
his
last
illness
,
he
had
it
brought
continually
to
his
bedside
;
and
but
an
hour
before
he
died
,
he
bound
me
by
vow
to
keep
the
creature
.
I
would
as
soon
have
been
charged
with
a
pauper
brat
out
of
a
workhouse
:
but
he
was
weak
,
naturally
weak
.
John
does
not
at
all
resemble
his
father
,
and
I
am
glad
of
it
:
John
is
like
me
and
like
my
brothers
--
he
is
quite
a
Gibson
.
Oh
,
I
wish
he
would
cease
tormenting
me
with
letters
for
money
?
I
have
no
more
money
to
give
him
:
we
are
getting
poor
.
I
must
send
away
half
the
servants
and
shut
up
part
of
the
house
;
or
let
it
off
.
I
can
never
submit
to
do
that
--
yet
how
are
we
to
get
on
?
Two-thirds
of
my
income
goes
in
paying
the
interest
of
mortgages
.
John
gambles
dreadfully
,
and
always
loses
--
poor
boy
!
He
is
beset
by
sharpers
:
John
is
sunk
and
degraded
--
his
look
is
frightful
--
I
feel
ashamed
for
him
when
I
see
him
.
"
