, o , as I ite,  me in an immense room  eac from ttle red gallery  truments.  for a long time, feeling very strange, and mortally appres ly figured in Bessie’s fireside c last turned; once more I oector mounted , sounded tled over tony street” of L-.

    ternoon came on  and somey: as it o dusk, I began to feel t ting very far indeed from Gateso pass tory c grey rees.

    Lulled by t last dropped asleep; I  long slumbered ion a anding at it: I sahe lamps.

    “Is ttle girl called Jane Eyre ed out; my trunk ly drove away.

    I iff ting, and beion of ties, I looked about me. Rain, ; t and locked it bes burning in some;  up a broad pebbly pat, and ted at a door; t led me to a room  me alone.

    I stood and  tain ligervals, papered , curtains, sure: it  so spacious or splendid as t Gates comfortable enougo make out t of a picture on t entered; another followed close behind.

    t all lady ly enveloped in a senance was grave, .

    “to be sent alone,” said sting able. Stentively for a minute or ther added—

    “Ster be put to bed soon; sired: are you tired?” she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder.

    “A little, ma’am.”

    “And oo, no doubt: let o bed, Miss Miller. Is t time you  your parents to come to sctle girl?”

    I explained to  I s. S tle: toucly h Miss Miller.

    t mig ty-nine; t  impressed me by enance;  and action, like one y of tasks on  I after to compartment, from passage to passage, of a large and irregular building; till,