-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Шарлотта Бронте
-
- Джэйн Эйр
-
- Стр. 225/445
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Madam
,
--
Will
you
have
the
goodness
to
send
me
the
address
of
my
niece
,
Jane
Eyre
,
and
to
tell
me
how
she
is
?
It
is
my
intention
to
write
shortly
and
desire
her
to
come
to
me
at
Madeira
.
Providence
has
blessed
my
endeavours
to
secure
a
competency
;
and
as
I
am
unmarried
and
childless
,
I
wish
to
adopt
her
during
my
life
,
and
bequeath
her
at
my
death
whatever
I
may
have
to
leave
.
--
I
am
,
Madam
,
etc.
,
etc.
,
"
John
Eyre
,
Madeira
.
"
It
was
dated
three
years
back
.
"
Why
did
I
never
hear
of
this
?
"
I
asked
.
"
Because
I
disliked
you
too
fixedly
and
thoroughly
ever
to
lend
a
hand
in
lifting
you
to
prosperity
.
I
could
not
forget
your
conduct
to
me
,
Jane
--
the
fury
with
which
you
once
turned
on
me
;
the
tone
in
which
you
declared
you
abhorred
me
the
worst
of
anybody
in
the
world
;
the
unchildlike
look
and
voice
with
which
you
affirmed
that
the
very
thought
of
me
made
you
sick
,
and
asserted
that
I
had
treated
you
with
miserable
cruelty
.
I
could
not
forget
my
own
sensations
when
you
thus
started
up
and
poured
out
the
venom
of
your
mind
:
I
felt
fear
as
if
an
animal
that
I
had
struck
or
pushed
had
looked
up
at
me
with
human
eyes
and
cursed
me
in
a
man
's
voice
.
--
Bring
me
some
water
!
Oh
,
make
haste
!
"
"
Dear
Mrs.
Reed
,
"
said
I
,
as
I
offered
her
the
draught
she
required
,
"
think
no
more
of
all
this
,
let
it
pass
away
from
your
mind
.
Forgive
me
for
my
passionate
language
:
I
was
a
child
then
;
eight
,
nine
years
have
passed
since
that
day
.
"
She
heeded
nothing
of
what
I
said
;
but
when
she
had
tasted
the
water
and
drawn
breath
,
she
went
on
thus
--
"
I
tell
you
I
could
not
forget
it
;
and
I
took
my
revenge
:
for
you
to
be
adopted
by
your
uncle
,
and
placed
in
a
state
of
ease
and
comfort
,
was
what
I
could
not
endure
.
I
wrote
to
him
;
I
said
I
was
sorry
for
his
disappointment
,
but
Jane
Eyre
was
dead
:
she
had
died
of
typhus
fever
at
Lowood
.
Now
act
as
you
please
:
write
and
contradict
my
assertion
--
expose
my
falsehood
as
soon
as
you
like
.
You
were
born
,
I
think
,
to
be
my
torment
:
my
last
hour
is
racked
by
the
recollection
of
a
deed
which
,
but
for
you
,
I
should
never
have
been
tempted
to
commit
.
"
"
If
you
could
but
be
persuaded
to
think
no
more
of
it
,
aunt
,
and
to
regard
me
with
kindness
and
forgiveness
"
