ed by one noxious allusion.

    traint: t as cordial, reated me, dreo  at times as if ion rater: yet imes still; but I did not mind t; I sa erest added to life, t I ceased to pine after kindred: my t-destiny seemed to enlarge; tence h.

    And itude, and many associations, all pleasurable and genial, made  I best liked to see; est fire. Yet I  forgotten s; indeed, I could not, for  tly before me. o inferiority of every description: in my secret soul I kne  kindness to me  severity to many otoo; unaccountably so; I more t for to read to ting in  on  a malignant, sco I believed t s of morality (I say former, for noe. I believed urally a man of better tendencies, astes tances ion instilled, or destiny encouraged. I t t materials in  toget spoiled and tangled. I cannot deny t I grieved for ever t .

    tinguis sleep for told iny o be  thornfield.

    “?” I asked myself. “ alienates  again soon? Mrs. Fairfax said ayed nig a time; and  eig spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!”

    I  or not after t any rate, I started  above me. I  s  up in bed, listening. the sound was hushed.

    I tried again to sleep; but my  beat anxiously: my inranquillity ruck t t seemed my couc tside. I said, “h fear.

    All at once I remembered t it mig,  open, not unfrequently found o ter’s c: I lay doo feel turn of slumber. But it  fated t I s nig fled affrig enough.

    ttered, as it seemed, at t at first tood at my bedside—or rat I rose, loo