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.

I have now been married ten years.  I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth.  I hold myself supremely blest —­ blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband’s life as fully is he is mine.  No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am:  ever more absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh.  I know no weariness of my Edward’s society:  he knows none of mine, any more than we each do of the pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently, we are ever together.  To be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in company.  We talk, I believe, all day long:  to talk to each other is but a more animated and an audible thinking.  All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character —­ perfect concord is the result.

Mr. Rochester continued blind the first two years of our union; perhaps it was that circumstance that drew us so very near —­ that knit us so very close:  for I was then his vision, as I am still his right hand.  Literally, I was (what he often called me) the apple of his eye.  He saw nature —­ he saw books through me; and never did I weary of gazing for his behalf, and of putting into words the effect of field, tree, town, river, cloud, sunbeam —­ of the landscape before us; of the weather round us —­ and impressing by sound on his ear what light could no longer stamp on his eye.  Never did I weary of reading to him; never did I weary of conducting him where he wished to go:  of doing for him what he wished to be done.  And there was a pleasure in my services, most full, most exquisite, even though sad —­ because he claimed these services without painful shame or damping humiliation.  He loved me so truly, that he knew no reluctance in profiting by my attendance:  he felt I loved him so fondly, that to yield that attendance was to indulge my sweetest wishes.

One morning at the end of the two years, as I was writing a letter to his dictation, he came and bent over me, and said —­ “Jane, have you a glittering ornament round your neck?”

I had a gold watch-chain:  I answered “Yes.”

“And have you a pale blue dress on?”

I had.  He informed me then, that for some time he had fancied the obscurity clouding one eye was becoming less dense; and that now he was sure of it.

He and I went up to London.  He had the advice of an eminent oculist; and he eventually recovered the sight of that one eye.  He cannot now see very distinctly:  he cannot read or write much; but he can find his way without being led by the hand:  the sky is no longer a blank to him —­ the earth no longer a void.  When his first-born was put into his arms, he could see that the boy had inherited his own eyes, as they once were —­ large, brilliant, and black.  On that occasion, he again, with a full heart, acknowledged that God had tempered judgment with mercy.

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