Good words and sentences of Jane Eyre

1, "Do you think that because I am poor, humble, short and unattractive, I have no soul and no heart? You are wrong-my soul is the same as yours, and my heart is exactly the same as yours ... We stand at the heel of God and are equal-because we are equal! "

2. "But why did you come?" I can't help saying.

"It is impolite to ask guests. But since you asked, I will answer it, just to chat with you for a while. I'm tired of silent books and empty rooms. In addition, since yesterday, I have been a little annoyed, like a person listening to half a story and eager to hear it. "

He sat down. I recalled his strange behavior yesterday and really began to worry that his reason was affected. However, if he is insane, his insanity is relatively calm and calm. I have never seen his beautiful face, like a marble statue, when he rolled his snow-wet hair from his forehead to his side and let the light shine on his pale forehead and cheeks at will. Sadly, I found this face clearly engraved with hard work and sadness. I waited, hoping that he would say something I could at least understand, but now his hand is on his chin and his finger is on his lips, and he is thinking. My impression is that his hands are as thin as his face. My heart surges-array may be redundant pity, was moved to say a word:

"I hope Diana or Mary can come and live with you. It's a pity that you are so careless about your health. "

"-not at all," he said. "If necessary, I will take care of myself. I'm fine now. What do you think is wrong with me? "

He was absent-minded and indifferent when he said this. To show my concern, at least in his view, is superfluous. I shut my mouth.

He still slowly moved his finger to his upper lip and looked at the flickering fireplace sleepily, as if he had something important to say. I immediately asked him if he felt a cold wind blowing from the door behind him.

No, no, "he was a little annoyed and answered simply.

"Well," I said thoughtfully, "if you don't want to talk, you can keep silent and I won't bother you. I will read my book. "

So I cut the wick and went on reading mamie Aung. Soon he began to move, and my eyes were immediately attracted by his movements. He just took out a goatskin tanned wallet, took out a letter from it, looked at it silently, folded it again, put it back, and lost in thought. There is such an incredible fixture in front of me that I can't stand it if I want to see it. I don't want to play dumb at this impatient moment. If he is unhappy, he can refuse me, but I want to talk to him.

"Have you heard from Diana and Mary recently?"

"I haven't received that letter since I showed it to you a week ago."

"Is there anything you can change about your own arrangement? You won't be told to leave Britain earlier than you expected, will you? "

"To be honest, I'm afraid not. This opportunity is too good to fall on me. " I made no progress at this point, so I turned my gun and decided to talk about schools and students.

"Mary Garrett's mother is better. Mary came to school this morning. I have four new classmates from the foundry next week-if it hadn't snowed, it would have arrived today. "

"Really?"

"Mr Oliver paid for two of them."

"Really?"

"He is going to invite all the school guests at Christmas."

"I see."

"Is it your suggestion?"

"No."

"Whose is that?"

"I think it's his daughter's."

"As she said, she has a kind heart."

"yes."

There was a pause in the conversation, and then there was a gap. The clock struck eight. The bell woke him up. He crossed his legs, stood up straight and turned to me.

"Put your book for a while, near the fire," he said.

I was a little confused and thought endlessly, so I agreed.

"Half an hour ago," he continued, "I talked about my desire to hear a sequel to a story. Later on, I thought it would be easier for me to play the role of commentator and turn you into an audience. Before the opening ceremony, I made a statement. I'm afraid this story sounds a bit trite to you, but those outdated details often get a certain degree of freshness when they are spit out from another mouth. As for the rest, it doesn't matter, whether it is stale or fresh, it is short anyway. "

"Twenty years ago, a poor priest-whatever his name is now-fell in love with the daughter of a rich man. She fell in love with him and married him despite the opposition of all her friends. They broke up with her as soon as the wedding was over. Two years later, the hasty couple both passed away. Lying quietly under the same slate (I have seen their graves, in a densely populated industrial city in XX county, where there is an old church as black as soot, surrounded by a large cemetery, and their graves have become a part of the cemetery sidewalk). They left a daughter who was born on the knee of charity-that knee is as cold as the snow I was trapped in tonight. Charity gave this friendless little thing to a rich relative of her mother. Adopted by the child's aunt, a Mrs. Reed named Gateshead. You are startled. What did you hear? I guess it's just a mouse that climbed over the beam of the classroom next door. This used to be a barn, but I renovated it later. This barn has always been a haunt of rats. Go ahead. Mrs. Reed has been raising the orphan for ten years. I can't tell whether she is happy or unhappy with her children, because I haven't heard of it. But ten years later, she transferred her children to a place you know-Loward School, where you have lived for a long time yourself. Her experience there seems glorious. Like you, she changed from a student to a teacher-to be honest, I always think your life experience is very similar to her-and she left there to be a tutor. There, your fate came together again, and she took on the responsibility of educating Mr. Rochester as a ward. "

"Mr. Rivers!"

"I can guess how you feel," he said, "but hold on for a while, and I'm almost finished. Hear me out. I know nothing about Mr. Rochester except one thing. In other words, he announced that he would marry the young girl with dignity. On the altar, she found that he had a crazy wife, but she was still alive. His future actions and suggestions can only be based on imagination. Later, I had to ask the governess one thing, only to find that she had left-no one knew when, where or how. She left Thornfield at night. She has considered every path she might take, but found nothing. The county looked everywhere, but she didn't get any worry. But finding her has become a top priority. Every newspaper advertised, and even I received a letter from a lawyer named Mr. Briggs informing me of these details. Isn't this a strange story? "

"That's what you told me," I said. "Since you know so much, of course you can tell me-what happened to Mr. Rochester? How is he? Where is he? What are you doing? How is he? "

"I know nothing about Mr. Rochester. Apart from the fraud and illegal intention I mentioned, this letter never talked about him. You should still ask the tutor's name. -ask her what nature she must have. "

"So no one has been to Thornfield House? Has no one seen Mr. Rochester? "

"I don't think so."

"But did they write to him?"

"Of course."

"What did he say? Who has his letter? "

"Mr. Briggs said that his request was not answered by Mr. Rochester, but was made by a woman with the signature' Alice Fairfax'"

For a moment, I felt disheartened, and my worst fears probably came true. It is entirely possible that he has left England, desperate and rashly rushed to the places he has been to on the European continent. Where can he find an anesthetic to treat his huge and painful moss? Did you find someone to vent your passion? I dare not answer this question. Oh, my poor master-he has almost become my husband-I often call him "my dear Edward!" " "

"He must be a bad man," said Mr Rivers.

"You don't know him-don't judge him." I said excitedly.

"Well," he replied quietly, "in fact, I wasn't thinking about him. I want to end my story. Since you didn't ask the name of the tutor, I had to say it myself-wait-I have it here-and it is often more satisfying to see important things written down in black and white. "

He unhurriedly took out his wallet again, opened it, rummaged through it carefully and pulled out a torn piece of paper from a mezzanine. I recognized it from the texture of the note and the blue, blue and red stains. He robbed it and originally covered it on the edge of the paper on the painting. He stood up and put the newspaper in front of my eyes. I saw the word "Jane Eyre" written in black ink-it was undoubtedly left by accident.

"Briggs wrote to me and asked about a man named Jane Eyre," he said. "The advertisement is looking for a man named Jane Eyre. I know a man named Jane Elliot-I admit, I had my doubts, and I wasn't sure until the mystery was solved yesterday afternoon. Do you admit your real name and give up your pseudonym? "

"Yes-yes-but where is Mr. Briggs? He probably knows Mr. Rochester better than you do. "

"Briggs is in London. I doubt whether he knows Mr. Rochester. He is not interested in Mr. Rochester. At the same time, you chose sesame and forgot watermelon. You didn't ask Briggs why he wanted to see you-what did he want you to do? "

"Well, what does he need?"

"Just to tell you that your uncle, Mr. Ai, who lives in Madeira Islands, has passed away. He left you all his property, and now you are rich-that's all-nothing else. "

"Me? Do you have money? "

"Yes, you are rich-a complete heiress."

3. "Look at me carefully, Miss Eyre," he said. "Do you think I am beautiful?"

If I thought it over carefully, I should give a habitual vague and polite answer to this question, but somehow, before I realized it, I blurted out, "No, sir."

"ah! I bet you are a little special, "he said. "You look like a little nun, eccentric, quiet, serious and simple. When you sit with your hands in front of you, your eyes are always drooping on the carpet (by the way, except when you sweep my face like a heartbreaker, such as just now). When someone asks you a question, or puts forward an idea that you have to answer, you will suddenly answer directly, either directly or abruptly. What do you mean? "

"Sir, blame me for being too blunt, please forgive me. I should have said that questions like appearance are not easy to answer on the spot; It should be said that people have different aesthetic tastes; It should be said that beauty is not important, or something like that. "

"You shouldn't answer that. Beauty is not important, what matters is! It turns out that you pretended to ease your rude attitude and comfort me to calm me down, but you actually stabbed me under my ear cunningly. Please continue.

What shortcomings do you find in me? I think I have a nose and eyes like everyone else. "

"Mr. Rochester, please allow me to take back my first answer. I didn't mean to hurt people with quips, it was just a slip of the tongue. "

"That's the way it is, I think so. You are responsible for this. Just pick on me. Does my forehead make you unhappy? "

He scratched the wavy black hair across his forehead, revealing a large solid intellectual organ, but lacking the signs of kindness and kindness that should have been there.

"Well, miss, am I a fool?"

"Absolutely not, Sir. If I ask you if you are a philanthropist in turn, will you think I am rude? "

"There you go again! Stabbed me again and pretended to pat me on the head. That's because I once said that I don't like being with children and old people (keep your voice down! )。 No, miss, I am not a philanthropist in the general sense, but I have a conscience. " So he pointed to a place that was said to be conspicuous to express his conscience. Fortunately, for him, that place is conspicuous, which makes him have an amazing width above his head. "In addition, I have a primitive tenderness. When I was your age, I was a compassionate person, preferring malnourished people and unfortunate people, but fate kept hitting me and even rubbed my face with my knuckles. Now I'm glad I'm as tough as an Indian ball, but I can still get through one or two gaps. In the center of this piece, there is another sensitive point. Yes, does this give me hope? "

"What do you want, sir?"

"I hope that I will eventually become a flesh and blood from the Indian ball again?"

"He must have drunk too much," I thought. I don't know how to answer this strange question. How do I know if he will turn back?

"You look puzzled, miss Eyre. Although you are not beautiful, just like I am not handsome, the puzzled expression matches you. Besides, it doesn't matter, it can divert your searching eyes from my face to other places.

Busy looking at the flowers on the blanket. Then you are confused. Miss, I like to join in the fun tonight. I am also very talkative. "

After the announcement, he stood up from his chair. He stood with his arms on the marble mantelpiece. This posture makes his figure as clear as his face. His chest is surprisingly wide, out of proportion to the length of his limbs. I am sure that most people think he is an ugly man, but he unconsciously shows such obvious arrogance in his behavior, so relaxed in his behavior, so indifferent to his appearance, and so proudly relies on other internal or external qualities to make up for his lack of charm. Therefore, as soon as you see him, you will be involuntarily infected by his indifferent attitude, and even blindly and unilaterally express your confidence.

"I like to join in the fun tonight, and I am also very talkative," he repeated. "Fan is the reason why I want to invite you. Fire and chandeliers are not enough for me, and neither is Perot, because they can't talk. Adele is better, but it's still far from it.

Below standard. So is Mrs Fairfax. I'm sure you're also very much to my liking. If you want. When I invited you downstairs the first night, you puzzled me. After that, I almost forgot about you. Mental exhaustion

Thinking about other things, I won't care about you. But tonight I decided to relax, forget those lingering thoughts and recall happy things. Now I'd like to know more about you, so just say so. "

I didn't speak, but smiled, not particularly proud, not particularly obedient.

"Go ahead," he urged.

"What are you talking about, sir?"

"Say what you like, and the content and way are up to you."

As a result, I sat up and said nothing. "If he wants me to show off, he will find that he has the wrong person," I thought.

"You didn't say a word, Miss Eyre."

I am still silent. He looked down at me slightly and glanced at me as if exploring my eyes.

"Stubborn?" He said, "and very angry. Oh, this is consistent. The way I made my request was ridiculous, almost outrageous. Miss Eyre, please forgive me. In fact, I never thought of treating you as inferior. That is (correct myself), I have something better than you, but that is only the inevitable result of a century's experience difference, which is reasonable. As Adele would say, this is my wey (I insist on this). And with this advantage, that's it. I want you to talk to me for a while and divert my thoughts from a point that is being eroded like a rusty nail. "

He condescended to explain, almost apologizing. I am not indifferent to his condescension, and I don't want to appear so.

"Sir, as long as I can, I am willing to relieve boredom for you, very happy. But I can't talk about a topic casually, because how do I know what you are interested in? You ask questions and I will try my best to answer them. "