Jane Eyre

There  was  no  possibility  of  taking  a  walk  that  day.

We  had  been  wandering  indeed  in  the.

Leafless  shrubbery  an  hour  in  the  morning,  but  since  dinner,  mrs.  Reed,  when  there  was  no  company,  dined  early.

The  cold  winter  wind  had  brought  with.

It  clouds  so  somber  and  a  rain  so  penetrating  that  further  out  door  exercise  was  now  out  of  the  question.  I  was  glad  of  it.  I  never  liked  long  walks,  especially  on  chilly  afternoons.  Dreadful  to  me  was  the  coming  home  in  the  raw  twilight  with  nipped  fingers  and  toes  and  a  heart  saddened  by  the  chidings  of  bessie  the  nurse  and  humbled  by  the  consciousness  of  my  physical  inferiority  to  eliza  and  georgiana  reed.  The  said  elijah,  john  and  georgiana  were  now  clustered  round  their  mama  in  the  drawing  room.  She  lay  reclined  on  a  sofa  by  the  fireside,  and  with  her  darlings  about  her  for  the  time  neither  quarrelling  nor  crying,  looked  perfectly  happy.  Me.  She  had  dispensed  from  joining  the  group,  saying  she  regretted  to  be  under  the  necessity  of  keeping  me  at  a  distance.  But  that  until  she  heard  from  Bessie  and  could  discover  by  her  own  observation  that  I  was  endeavoring  in  good  earnest  to  acquire  a  more  sociable  and  childlike  disposition.  A  more  attractive  and  sprightly  manner.  Lighter,  franker,  more  natural,  as  it  were.  She  really  must  exclude  me  from  privileges  intended  only  for  contented,  happy  little  children.  What  does  bessie  say  I  have  done?

I  asked  jane.  I  don't  like  cavaliers  or  questioners.  Besides,  there  is  something  truly  forbidding  in  a  child  taking  up  her  elders  in  that  manner.  Be  seated  somewhere,  and  until  you  can  speak  pleasantly,  remain  silent.  A  breakfast  room  adjoin  the  drawing  room.  I  slipped  in  there.  It  contained  a  bookcase  I  soon  possessed  myself  of  a  volume.

Taking  care  that  it  should  be  once.

Stored  with  pictures,  I  mounted  into  the  window  seat.

Gathering  up  my  feet,  I  sat  cross.

Legged  like  a  turk,  and  having  drawn  the  red  moor  in  curtain  nearly  close,  I  was  shrined  in  double  retirement.