The path leads along the hillside to Hay Village. Halfway through, I sat on the steps leading to the field by the roadside. I wrapped my cloak tightly and hid my hand in a leather bucket. Although it is very cold, I don't feel cold. This can be seen from the thin ice layer covered by the road surface, which is caused by the ice flow that overflowed here when it suddenly thawed a few days ago. From where I sit, I can overlook the whole Thornfield. The gray mansion with a cone is the main scenery of the valley under my feet.
Do you think that I am poor, humble, short and without charm, I have no soul and no heart? You think wrong-my soul is the same as yours, and my heart is exactly the same as yours ... We stand at God's heel and are equal-because we are equal! "
Jane Eyre's inner monologue to Rochester.
(1), Rochester: Still awake?
Jane Eyre: How can you sleep until you come back safely? How about Mr. Mei Sen?
Rochester: He's fine. He was taken care of by the doctor.
Jane Eyre: You said last night that the danger you were about to suffer was over?
Rochester: It's hard to guarantee that Mei Sen won't leave England. I hope the sooner the better.
Jane Eyre: It seems that he is not a person who intentionally hurts you.
Rochester: Of course not. He may have hurt me unintentionally. Sit down.
Jane Eyre: Who the hell is grip? Why did you keep her?
Rochester: I have no choice.
Jane Eyre: How can ...?
Rochester: Hold on a little longer and don't make me answer. I ... How much I depend on you now. Alas! Jane, what should we do? For example, there is a young man who has been spoiled since childhood. He made a big mistake, not a crime, but a mistake. The consequences are terrible. The only escape is to get away with it and enjoy yourself. Later, he met a woman, a noble woman he had never seen in twenty years, and he found a chance to be reborn. But the world and human feelings hindered him. Can that woman ignore this?
Jane Eyre: Are you talking about yourself, Mr. Rochester?
Rochester: Yes.
Jane Eyre: Everyone is responsible to God by his own actions, and can't ask others to bear their own destiny. You can't ask miss ingram.
Rochester: Hum, don't you think that if I marry her, she can give me a whole new life?
Jane Eyre: Since you ask me, I don't think so.
Rochester: To tell the truth, you don't like her?
Jane Eyre: I don't think she is right for you.
Rochester: Aha, so confident? So who is suitable? Is there anyone you can recommend? You are used to living here.
Jane Eyre: I am very happy here.
Rochester: Would you like to leave here?
Jane Eyre: Get out of here?
Rochester: I haven't lived here since I got married.
Jane: I'm going in. I'm cold.
Rochester: Jane.
Jane Eyre: Let me go!
Rochester: Wait.
Jane Eyre: Let me go!
Rochester: Jane.
Jane Eyre: Why are you telling me this? She has nothing to do with you or me. Do you think I have no feelings because I am poor and unattractive? I will, too. If God endows me with wealth and beauty, I will make it as hard for you to leave me as it is for me to leave you now. God wouldn't do that. Our spirit is the same! Just like you and I will stand before God through the grave.
Rochester: Jane.
Jane Eyre: Let me go.
Rochester: I love you. I love you!
Jane: No! Stop making fun of me.
Rochester: Are you kidding? I want you! What's Blanche got? I'm just her father's land reclamation capital. Marry me. Jane said you would marry me.
Jane Eyre: Is it true?
Rochester: Well, your doubts torment me. Say yes. Say yes! God forgive me. Don't let anyone bother me. She is mine. Mine!
(2) The living room looks dark. A small unattended fire was burning slightly in the stove. The blind owner in the room leaned his head against the tall old mantelpiece and leaned over the stove. His old dog, Pilot, lay on one side, far away, curled up, as if afraid of being trampled accidentally. As soon as I entered the door, Perot pricked up his ears, then woof, woof, woof, jumped up and jumped at me, almost knocking over the tray in my hand. I put the plate on the table, patted it and said softly, "lie down!" " Mr. Rochester turned around mechanically to see what caused the commotion, but he saw nothing, so he turned around and sighed.
"Give me water, Mary," he said.
I approached him with only half a glass of water left, and Perot followed me, still very excited.
"What's the matter?" He asked.
"Lie down, pilot!" I said it again. He stopped, didn't raise the water to his mouth, and seemed to be listening. He drank the water and put down his glass.
"Is that you, Mary? Isn't it? "
"Mary is in the kitchen," I answered.
He held out his hand and waved it quickly, but he couldn't see me standing there and didn't touch me. "Who's that? Who is it? " He asked, as if to see with his blind eyes-an ineffective and painful attempt! "Answer me-say it again?" He shouted imperiously.
"Sir, do you want some more? I knocked over half the water in the glass, "I said.
"Who? What? Who is talking? "
"Perot knows me, John and Mary know I'm here, and I'm coming tonight," I answered.
"Oh, my God! -Am I dreaming? What sweet madness fascinates me? "
"Not wishful thinking-not crazy. Sir, your mind is healthy and you won't fall into wishful dreams; Your body is strong and you won't go crazy. "
"Where is the speaker? Is it just sound? Oh! I can't see, but I must touch it, or my heart will stop beating and my head will burst. No matter what it is-no matter who you are-let me touch it, or I can't live! "
He felt it. I grabbed his groping hand and held it tightly in both hands.
"It's her finger!" He cried, "her slender fingers! If there is, there must be other parts. "
This powerful hand broke free from mine. My arm was caught, my shoulder-neck-waist-I was hugged and clung to him.
"Is that Jane? What is this? Her figure-her height-"
"And her voice," I added. "Her whole here, and her heart. God bless you, sir! I am very happy to be so close to you again. "
"Jane Eyre! Jane Eyre! " He just screamed like that.
"My dear master," I replied, "I am Jane Eyre. I found you-I came back to you. "
"Really? Is it herself? My lively Jane Eyre? "
"You touched me, Sir-you gave me a big hug. I'm not as cold as a corpse and as empty as air, am I? "
"My lively baby! Of course, these are her limbs and those are her five senses. But after that pain, I don't have this blessing. This is a dream. I often dream at night that I hold her down like this and kiss her-I think she loves me and I believe she won't leave me. "
"From today on, sir, I will never leave you."
"Never, does this shadow say so? But when I wake up, I always find myself being ridiculed for nothing. I am desolate and lonely-my life is dark, lonely and hopeless-my soul is thirsty, but I am not allowed to drink water; My heart is hungry, but I don't feed it. This is a tender dream. Now you snuggle in my arms, but you will fly away, like a sister who has already fled. But kiss me before you go-give me a hug, Jane. "
"There, sir-and there!"
I put my lips close to those bright and dim eyes-I brushed the hair from his forehead and kissed him. He seems to suddenly wake up and believe that all this is true.
"Is that you-Jane? So you came back to me? "
"yes."
"Didn't you die in a ditch and drown under a stream? Aren't you haggard and helpless among strangers? " "No, sir. I am completely independent now. "
"independence! What do you mean, Jane? "
"My uncle in Madeira died and left me five thousand pounds."
"Oh, it's true-it's true!" He shouted, "I would never dream like this." Moreover, it is her unique voice, so lively, naughty and gentle, which revived the tired heart and gave life. What, Jane, are you an independent woman? A rich woman? "
"Very rich, Sir. If you don't let me live with you, I can build a house next to your house. When you need company at night, you can come to my living room. "
"But you are rich, Jane. Needless to say, now that you have friends who will take care of you, you will not be allowed to be loyal to a blind and lame person like me? "
"I told you, I am independent, sir, and I am rich. I can make my own decisions. "
"Then would you like to stay with me?"
"Of course-unless you object. I want to be your neighbor, your nurse and housekeeper. I find you lonely, and I am willing to accompany you-read to you, walk with you, sit with you, wait on you, and be your eyes and hands. Don't be so unhappy, my dear master, as long as I live, you won't be lonely. "
He didn't answer, he looked serious-absent-minded. He sighed, his mouth half open, as if to speak, but closed it again. I feel a little embarrassed. Maybe my proposal to accompany him and help him is romantic; Maybe I was too impulsive and out of line. He's like St. John It can be seen from my carelessness that my speech is inappropriate. In fact, my suggestion is based on the idea that he hopes and will ask me to be his wife. Although I didn't say it, I was definitely looking forward to supporting me, thinking that he would immediately ask me to be his person. But he did not spit out such a hint, and his facial expression became more and more gloomy. It suddenly occurred to me that maybe I was all wrong, or maybe I acted as a fool unintentionally. I began to gently pull myself out of his arms-but he held me tighter anxiously.
I used to listen to this song, and I always thought it was very cheerful and sweet, because Bessie's voice was sweet, at least I thought so. At the moment, although her sweet voice is still there, there is an unspeakable sadness in the song. Sometimes, she will be distracted by her work, and she will sing the chorus deeply and drag on for a long time. The phrase "a long time ago" was sung like the saddest tune in an elegy. She went on to sing a folk song, but this time it was really sad.
Feet are sore and limbs are weak. The road ahead is long and Shan Ye is barren. There is no moonlight, the sky is gloomy, and the poor orphan's journey is shrouded in gloom.
Why do I have to go far away from home alone and live in a different place with endless wilderness and overlapping rocks? People are cruel, only angels are kind, paying attention to the footprints of poor orphans.
A gentle night wind is blowing from a distance, and the stars are shining warmly in the clear sky. Merciful God, you have blessed the people, and the poor orphans have been protected, comforted and hoped.
Even if I fell across a broken bridge, or got into the mud in a daze. Father, with blessings and promises, you held the poor orphan in your arms.
Even if I am homeless and have no relatives or friends, a belief that gives people strength is in my heart. Heaven is always a home and a place to rest, and God is a friend of poor orphans.
Up to now, I have not relaxed my vigilance to ensure my own safety while understanding the speeches of Mr. Brocklehurst and Miss Temple, and as long as I am not seen, there is no problem with safety. In order to achieve this goal, I sat on a bench, leaned back, seemed to be busy calculating, and just covered my face with a clipboard. I could have escaped the attention of others, but unexpectedly, my naughty tablet somehow slipped out of my hand and fell to the ground with a bang. For an instant, everyone looked at me. I know it's over. I bent down and picked up the tablet that broke in half, and got up the courage to prepare for the worst outcome. Finally.
"What a careless girl!" Mr. Brocklehurst said, and then immediately said, "It's a new student, I can see that." Before I could catch my breath, he continued, "I don't forget, I have something to say to her," and then said loudly. How loud that sound sounds to me! "Let the child who broke the clipboard come to the front!"
I couldn't move myself, so I collapsed. But the two big girls sitting on both sides of me helped me stand up and pushed me in front of the terrible judge. Then miss temple gently helped me hold his heel, and I heard her quietly advise me:
"Don't be afraid, Jane. I know it wasn't intentional. You won't be punished. "
This kind whisper stabbed me like a dagger.
"In another minute, she will look down upon me as a hypocrite," I thought. Thinking of this, I felt a surge of anger, pointing at Mrs. Reed and Brocklehurst and others. I'm not Helen Burns.
"Bring that stool," Mr. Brocklehurst said, pointing to a high stool from which a monitor had just stood. Here are the stools.
"pick up the child."
I was carried to a stool. Who brought it? I don't know. I can't pay attention to details. All I know is that they put me as high as Mr. Brocklehurst's nose; Knowing that he is only one yard away from me; I know that under me, an orange-purple shiny satin leather coat and misty silver feathers are expanding and flying.
Mr brocklehurst cleared his throat.
"Ladies," he said to his family, "Miss Temple, teachers and children, have you all seen this girl?"
Of course they saw it. I felt their eyes aim at my burning skin like convex lenses.
"You see, she is still very young. As you can see, she looks no different from ordinary children. God kindly gave her the same appearance as all of us, and there was no obvious disability to show that she was a special person. Who would have thought that the devil found slaves and agents in her? I am sad to say that this is a fact. "
He paused again. It was in this gap that I began to stabilize my nervous nerves and felt that the Rubicon River had passed. Since the trial is inevitable, I have to bite the bullet and bear it.
"My lovely children," the black marble priest continued sadly, "this is a sad and sad occasion, because it is my duty to warn everyone that this girl who could have been God's own lamb is a little abandoned, not a real sheep, but obviously an unexpected guest and a different kind. You must pay attention to her and don't imitate her. Avoid her company, play games with her and talk to her if necessary. Teachers, you must keep an eye on her, pay attention to her whereabouts, weigh her words, monitor her actions and punish her body to save her soul, if possible, because (I really can't say it), this girl, this child, a native of the land of Christ, is worse than many small pagans who pray to Brahma and bow down to the statue of Krishna. This girl is a liar! "
At this time, a ten-minute pause began. At this time, I was as cool as a cucumber. I saw all three women in Brocklehurst take out their handkerchiefs and wipe their glasses. The older one swayed back and forth, and the younger two whispered, "How terrible!" "
Mr brocklehurst went on to say.
"I know from her benefactor that she is an honest and charitable wife. When she became an orphan, it was this lady who adopted her and raised her as her own daughter. The unfortunate girl repaid her kindness and generosity with ingratitude. This behavior was so bad and terrible that the excellent benefactor finally had to separate her from her young children for fear that her bad appearance would pollute their purity. She was sent here for treatment, just like the ancient Jews sent patients to the water in the mixing pool in Bethesda. Teachers and principals, I beg you not to let her become a pool of stagnant water around you. "
After reaching such a wonderful conclusion, Mr. Brocklehurst adjusted a button on the top of his long coat and muttered something to his family, who stood up and bowed to Miss Temple. Then all the big shots walked out of the room openly. At the corner of the door, my judge said:
"Let her stand on that stool for another half hour, and don't talk to her for the rest of the day."
That's why I stand so high. And I once said that I can't stand the shame of standing in the middle of the room with my feet, but now I am standing on the stage of shame. My feelings are beyond words. But just as everyone stood up, making it difficult for me to breathe and my throat tightened, a girl came forward and passed me. She raised her eyes as she passed by. What a strange light those eyes are shining! What a wonderful feeling that light filled me with! How much support this new feeling has given me! It's as if a martyr or hero walked past a slave or victim and instantly passed on his strength. I controlled the hysteria that was about to break out, raised my head and stood firmly on the stool. Helen Burns asked Miss Smith a little question about her homework and was scolded for its triviality. When she returned to her place, she walked past me again and smiled at me. What a beautiful smile! I still remember and know that this is a sign of wisdom and true courage. Like the reflection on an angel's face, it illuminates her unique face, thin face and deep gray eyes. However, at that moment, helen burns still had an "untidy mark" on his arm; Less than an hour ago, I heard Miss Scatchard punish her for eating only bread and water for lunch tomorrow because she soiled her exercise book when copying exercise questions. Human nature is so imperfect! Even the brightest planet has such black spots. Miss Scatchard's eyes can only see subtle defects, but turn a blind eye to the radiant light of the planet.
These are the classic fragments in Jane Eyre.