As I rose and dressed, I t over  be certain of ty till I er again, and heard him renew his words of love and promise.

    my face in t it s aspect and life in its colour; and my eyes seemed as if t of fruition, and borrorous ripple. I en been uno look at my master, because I feared  be pleased at my look; but I o  cool ion by its expression. I took a plain but clean and lig it on: it seemed no attire had ever so well become me, because none had I ever worn in so blissful a mood.

    I  surprised, o see t a brilliant June morning o tempest of t; and to feel, t breeze. Nature must be gladsome s boto  partake of my jubilee. t not.

    Mrs. Fairfax surprised me by looking out of tenance, and saying gravely—“Miss Eyre, o breakfast?” During t and cool: but I could not undeceive   for my master to give explanations; and so must se ened upstairs. I met Adèle leaving the schoolroom.

    “ is time for lessons.”

    “Mr. Rocer  me ao the nursery.”

    “here is he?”

    “In ting to tment s; and I  in, and tood.

    “Come and bid me good-morning,” said   merely a cold  an embrace and a kiss. It seemed natural: it seemed genial to be so well loved, so caressed by him.

    “Jane, you look blooming, and smiling, and pretty,” said ruly pretty ttle elf? Is tard-seed? ttle sunny-faced girl in-smoot  you must excuse take: for hey were new-dyed, I suppose.)

    “It is Jane Eyre, sir.”

    “Soon to be Jane Rocer,” ; not a day more. Do you ?”

    I did, and I