It ed three years back.

    “his?” I asked.

    “Because I disliked you too fixedly and to lend a ing you to prosperity. I could not forget your conduct to me, Jane—turned on me; tone in  t of me made you sick, and asserted t I reated you y. I could not forget my oions ed up and poured out t fear as if an animal t I ruck or pus me er! Oe!”

    “Dear Mrs. Reed,” said I, as I offered  s it pass ae language: I was a c, nine years  day.”

    S I said; but ed ter and dra on thus—

    “I tell you I could not forget it; and I took my revenge: for you to be adopted by your uncle, and placed in a state of ease and comfort,  endure. I e to ment, but Jane Eyre  as you please: e and contradict my assertion—expose my falseo be my torment: my last ion of a deed ed to commit.”

    “If you could but be persuaded to t, aunt, and to regard me h kindness and forgiveness”

    “You ion,” said so t impossible to understand: ient and quiescent under any treatment, and in tent all fire and violence, I can never comprehend.”

    “My disposition is not so bad as you te, but not vindictive. Many a time, as a little co love you if you ly to be reconciled to you no.”

    I approaco  touc. Ser. As I laid ed ouche glazing eyes shunned my gaze.

    “Love me, te me, as you  last, “you  peace.”

    Poor, suffering  oo late for o make no to cual frame of mind: living, sed me—dying, s e me still.

    tered, and Bessie follo lingered o see some sign of amity: but s relapsing