Jane Eyre eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 705 pages of information about Jane Eyre.

Jane Eyre eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 705 pages of information about Jane Eyre.

She was getting much excited.  “I think I had better leave her now,” said I to Bessie, who stood on the other side of the bed.

“Perhaps you had, Miss:  but she often talks in this way towards night —­ in the morning she is calmer.”

I rose.  “Stop!” exclaimed Mrs. Reed, “there is another thing I wished to say.  He threatens me —­ he continually threatens me with his own death, or mine:  and I dream sometimes that I see him laid out with a great wound in his throat, or with a swollen and blackened face.  I am come to a strange pass:  I have heavy troubles.  What is to be done?  How is the money to be had?”

Bessie now endeavoured to persuade her to take a sedative draught:  she succeeded with difficulty.  Soon after, Mrs. Reed grew more composed, and sank into a dozing state.  I then left her.

More than ten days elapsed before I had again any conversation with her.  She continued either delirious or lethargic; and the doctor forbade everything which could painfully excite her.  Meantime, I got on as well as I could with Georgiana and Eliza.  They were very cold, indeed, at first.  Eliza would sit half the day sewing, reading, or writing, and scarcely utter a word either to me or her sister.  Georgiana would chatter nonsense to her canary bird by the hour, and take no notice of me.  But I was determined not to seem at a loss for occupation or amusement:  I had brought my drawing materials with me, and they served me for both.

Provided with a case of pencils, and some sheets of paper, I used to take a seat apart from them, near the window, and busy myself in sketching fancy vignettes, representing any scene that happened momentarily to shape itself in the ever-shifting kaleidoscope of imagination:  a glimpse of sea between two rocks; the rising moon, and a ship crossing its disk; a group of reeds and water-flags, and a naiad’s head, crowned with lotus-flowers, rising out of them; an elf sitting in a hedge-sparrow’s nest, under a wreath of hawthorn-bloom.

One morning I fell to sketching a face:  what sort of a face it was to be, I did not care or know.  I took a soft black pencil, gave it a broad point, and worked away.  Soon I had traced on the paper a broad and prominent forehead and a square lower outline of visage:  that contour gave me pleasure; my fingers proceeded actively to fill it with features.  Strongly-marked horizontal eyebrows must be traced under that brow; then followed, naturally, a well-defined nose, with a straight ridge and full nostrils; then a flexible-looking mouth, by no means narrow; then a firm chin, with a decided cleft down the middle of it:  of course, some black whiskers were wanted, and some jetty hair, tufted on the temples, and waved above the forehead.  Now for the eyes:  I had left them to the last, because they required the most careful working.  I drew them large; I shaped them well:  the eyelashes I traced long and sombre; the irids lustrous and large.  “Good!

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