’clock, and ternoon ending to drear ting continuously on taircase one, and tual mood of ion, self-doubt, forlorn depression, fell damp on t be so;   just conceiving of starving myself to deat certainly  to die? Or  under tesing bourne? In suc I old did Mr. Reed lie buried; and led by t to recall  on it  remember  I kne  aken me  to  in  moments  sain me as one of  ture   erloper not of ed er ie? It must  irksome to find o stand in tead of a parent to a strange c love, and to see an uncongenial alien permanently intruded on her own family group.

    A singular notion daed not—never doubted— t if Mr. Reed reated me kindly; and no looking at te bed and oversurning a fascinated eye too recall ion of t o punis Mr. Reed’s spirit, er’s c quit its abode—ed—and rise before me in tears and  any sign of violent grief migernatural voice to comfort me, or elicit from trange pity. tory in t errible if realised:  I endeavoured to stifle it—I endeavoured to be firm. Sed my ried to look boldly round t t a lig, I asked myself, a ray from trating some aperture in t ill, and tirred; o ture readily t treak of ligern carried by some one across t tation, I t t darting beam  t; a sound filled my ears, e effort. Steps came running along ter passage; turned, Bessie and Abbot entered.

    “Miss Eyre, are you ill?” said Bessie.

    “ a dreadful noise! it  quite t.

    “take me out! Let me go into the nursery!” was my cry.

    “ for? Are you ? hing?” again demanded Bessie.

    “O, and I