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liberty。
“Mrs。 Reed？ Ah！ mama； you mean； she is extremely poorly： I doubt if you can see her to…night。”
“If；” said I； “you would just step upstairs and tell her I am e； I should be much obliged to you。”
Georgiana almost started； and she opened her blue eyes wild and wide。 “I know she had a particular wish to see me；” I added； “and I would not defer attending to her desire longer than is absolutely necessary。”
“Mama dislikes being disturbed in an evening；” remarked Eliza。 I soon rose； quietly took off my bon and gloves； uninvited； and said I would just step out to Bessie—who was； I dared say； in the kitchen—and ask her to ascertain whether Mrs。 Reed was disposed to receive me or not to…night。 I went； and having found Bessie and despatched her on my errand； I proceeded to take further measures。 It had heretofore been my habit always to shrink from arrogance： received as I had been to…day； I should； a year ago； have resolved to quit Gateshead the very next morning； now； it was disclosed to me all at once that that would be a foolish plan。 I had taken a journey of a hundred miles to see my aunt； and I must stay with her till she was better—or dead： as to her daughters’ pride or folly； I must put it on one side； make myself independent of it。 So I addressed the housekeeper； asked her to show me a room； told her I should probably be a visitor here for a week or two； had my trunk conveyed to my chamber； and followed it thither myself： I met Bessie on the landing。
“Missis is awake；” said she； “I have told her you are here： e and let us see if she will know you。”
I did not need to be guided to the well…known room； to which I had so often been summoned for chastisement or reprimand in former days。 I hastened before Bessie； I softly opened the door： a shaded light stood on the table； for it was now getting dark。 There was the great four…post bed with amber hangings as of old； there the toilet… table； the armchair； and the footstool； at which I had a hundred times been sentenced to kneel； to ask pardon for offences by me unmitted。 I looked into a certain corner near； half…expecting to see the slim outline of a once dreaded switch which used to lurk there； waiting to leap out imp…like and lace my quivering palm or shrinking neck。 I approached the bed； I opened the curtains and leant over the high…piled pillows。
Well did I remember Mrs。 Reed’s face； and I eagerly sought the familiar image。 It is a happy thing that time quells the longings of vengeance and hushes the promptings of rage and aversion。 I had left this woman in bitterness and hate； and I came back to her now with no other emotion than a sort of ruth for her great sufferings； and a strong yearning to forget and forgive all injuries—to be reconciled and clasp hands in amity。
The well…known face was there： stern； relentless as ever—there was that peculiar eye which nothing could melt； and the somewhat raised； imperious； despotic eyebrow。 How often had it lowered on me menace and hate！ and how the recollection of childhood’s terrors and sorrows revived as I traced its harsh line now！ And yet I stooped down and kissed her： she looked at me。
“Is this Jane Eyre？” she said。
“Yes； Aunt Reed。 How are you； dear aunt？”
I had once vowed that I would never call her aunt again： I thought it no sin to forget and break that vow now。 My fingers had fastened on her hand which lay outside the sheet： had she pressed mine kindly； I should at that moment have experienced true pleasure。 But unimpressionable natures are not so soon softened； nor are natural antipathies so readily eradicated。 Mrs。 Reed took her hand away； and； turning her face rather from me； she remarked that the night was warm。 Again she regarded me so icily； I felt at once that her opinion of me—her feeling towards me—was unchanged and unchangeable。 I knew by her stony eye—opaque to tenderness； indissoluble to tears—that she was resolved to consider me bad to the last； because to believe me good would give her no generous pleasure： only a sense of mortification。
I felt pain； and then I felt ire； and then I felt a determination to subdue her—to be her mistress in spite both of her nature and her will。 My tears had risen； just as in childhood： I ordered them back to their source。 I brought a chair to the bed…head： I sat down and leaned over the pillow。
“You sent for me；” I said； “and I am here； and it is my intention to stay till I see how you get on。”
“Oh； of course！ You have seen my daughters？”
“Yes。”
“Well； you may tell them I wish you to stay till I can talk some things over with you I have on my mind： to…night it is too late； and I have a difficulty in recalling them。 But there was something I wished to say—let me see—”
The wandering look and changed utterance told what wreck had taken place in her once vigorous frame。 Turning restlessly； she drew the bedclothes round her； my elbow； resting on a corner of the quilt； fixed it down： she was at once irritated。
“Sit up！” said she； “don’t annoy me with holding the clothes fast。 Are you Jane Eyre？”
“I am Jane Eyre。”
“I have had more trouble with that child than any one would believe。 Such a burden to be left on my hands—and so much annoyance as she caused me； daily and hourly； with her inprehensible disposition； and her sudden starts of temper； and her continual； unnatural watchings of one’s movements！ I declare she talked to me once like something mad； or like a fiend—no child ever spoke or looked as she did； I was glad to get her away from the house。 What did they do with her at Lowood？ The fever broke out there； and many of the pupils died。 She； however； did not die： but I said she did—I wish she had died！”
“A strange wish； Mrs。 Reed； why do you hate her so？”
“I had a dislike to her mother always； for she was my husband’s only sister； and a great favourite with him： he opposed the family’s disowning her when she made her low marriage； and when news came of her death； he wept like a simpleton。 He would send for the baby； though I entreated him rather to put it out to nurse and pay for its maintenance。 I hated it the first time I set my eyes on it—a sickly； whining； pining thing！ It would wail in its cradle all night long—not screaming heartily like any other child； but whimpering and moaning。 Reed pitied it； and he used to nurse it and notice it as if it had been his own： more； indeed； than he ever noticed his own at that age。 He would try to make my children friendly to the little beggar： the darlings could not bear it； and he was angry with them when they showed their dislike。 In his last illness； he had it brought continually to his bedside； and but an hour before he died； he bound me by vow to keep the creature。 I would as soon have been charged with a pauper brat out of a workhouse： but he was weak； naturally weak。 John does not at all resemble his father； and I am glad of it： John is like me and like my brothers—he is quite a Gibson。 Oh； I wish he would cease tormenting me with letters for money？ I have no more money to give him： we are getting poor。 I must send away half the servants and shut up part of the house； or let it off。 I can never submit to do that—yet how are we to get on？ Two…thirds of my ine goes in paying the interest of mortgages。 John gambles dreadfully； and always loses—poor boy！ He is beset by sharpers： John is sunk and degraded—his look is frightful—I feel ashamed for him when I see him。”
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 e 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 posed； and sank into a dozing state。 I then left her。
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