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I
traced
the
white
road
winding
round
the
base
of
one
mountain
,
and
vanishing
in
a
gorge
between
two
;
how
I
longed
to
follow
it
farther
!
I
recalled
the
time
when
I
had
travelled
that
very
road
in
a
coach
;
I
remembered
descending
that
hill
at
twilight
;
an
age
seemed
to
have
elapsed
since
the
day
which
brought
me
first
to
Lowood
,
and
I
had
never
quitted
it
since
.
My
vacations
had
all
been
spent
at
school
:
Mrs.
Reed
had
never
sent
for
me
to
Gateshead
;
neither
she
nor
any
of
her
family
had
ever
been
to
visit
me
.
I
had
had
no
communication
by
letter
or
message
with
the
outer
world
:
school-rules
,
school-duties
,
school-habits
and
notions
,
and
voices
,
and
faces
,
and
phrases
,
and
costumes
,
and
preferences
,
and
antipathies
--
such
was
what
I
knew
of
existence
.
And
now
I
felt
that
it
was
not
enough
;
I
tired
of
the
routine
of
eight
years
in
one
afternoon
.
I
desired
liberty
;
for
liberty
I
gasped
;
for
liberty
I
uttered
a
prayer
;
it
seemed
scattered
on
the
wind
then
faintly
blowing
.
I
abandoned
it
and
framed
a
humbler
supplication
;
for
change
,
stimulus
:
that
petition
,
too
,
seemed
swept
off
into
vague
space
:
"
Then
,
"
I
cried
,
half
desperate
,
"
grant
me
at
least
a
new
servitude
!
"
Here
a
bell
,
ringing
the
hour
of
supper
,
called
me
downstairs
.
I
was
not
free
to
resume
the
interrupted
chain
of
my
reflections
till
bedtime
:
even
then
a
teacher
who
occupied
the
same
room
with
me
kept
me
from
the
subject
to
which
I
longed
to
recur
,
by
a
prolonged
effusion
of
small
talk
.
How
I
wished
sleep
would
silence
her
.
It
seemed
as
if
,
could
I
but
go
back
to
the
idea
which
had
last
entered
my
mind
as
I
stood
at
the
window
,
some
inventive
suggestion
would
rise
for
my
relief
.
Miss
Gryce
snored
at
last
;
she
was
a
heavy
Welshwoman
,
and
till
now
her
habitual
nasal
strains
had
never
been
regarded
by
me
in
any
other
light
than
as
a
nuisance
;
to-night
I
hailed
the
first
deep
notes
with
satisfaction
;
I
was
debarrassed
of
interruption
;
my
half-effaced
thought
instantly
revived
.
"
A
new
servitude
!
There
is
something
in
that
,
"
I
soliloquised
(
mentally
,
be
it
understood
;
I
did
not
talk
aloud
)
,
"
I
know
there
is
,
because
it
does
not
sound
too
sweet
;
it
is
not
like
such
words
as
Liberty
,
Excitement
,
Enjoyment
:
delightful
sounds
truly
;
but
no
more
than
sounds
for
me
;
and
so
hollow
and
fleeting
that
it
is
mere
waste
of
time
to
listen
to
them
.
But
Servitude
!
That
must
be
matter
of
fact
.
Any
one
may
serve
:
I
have
served
here
eight
years
;
now
all
I
want
is
to
serve
elsewhere
.
Can
I
not
get
so
much
of
my
own
will
?
Is
not
the
thing
feasible
?
Yes
--
yes
--
the
end
is
not
so
difficult
;
if
I
had
only
a
brain
active
enough
to
ferret
out
the
means
of
attaining
it
.
"
I
sat
up
in
bed
by
way
of
arousing
this
said
brain
:
it
was
a
chilly
night
;
I
covered
my
shoulders
with
a
shawl
,
and
then
I
proceeded
to
think
again
with
all
my
might
.
"
What
do
I
want
?
A
new
place
,
in
a
new
house
,
amongst
new
faces
,
under
new
circumstances
:
I
want
this
because
it
is
of
no
use
wanting
anything
better
.
How
do
people
do
to
get
a
new
place
?
They
apply
to
friends
,
I
suppose
:
I
have
no
friends
.
There
are
many
others
who
have
no
friends
,
who
must
look
about
for
themselves
and
be
their
own
helpers
;
and
what
is
their
resource
?
"
I
could
not
tell
:
nothing
answered
me
;
I
then
ordered
my
brain
to
find
a
response
,
and
quickly
.
It
worked
and
worked
faster
:
I
felt
the
pulses
throb
in
my
head
and
temples
;
but
for
nearly
an
hour
it
worked
in
chaos
;
and
no
result
came
of
its
efforts
.
Feverish
with
vain
labour
,
I
got
up
and
took
a
turn
in
the
room
;
undrew
the
curtain
,
noted
a
star
or
two
,
shivered
with
cold
,
and
again
crept
to
bed
.
A
kind
fairy
,
in
my
absence
,
had
surely
dropped
the
required
suggestion
on
my
pillow
;
for
as
I
lay
down
,
it
came
quietly
and
naturally
to
my
mind
.
--
"
Those
who
want
situations
advertise
;
you
must
advertise
in
the
--
shire
Herald
.
"
"
How
?
I
know
nothing
about
advertising
.
"
