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reader, i rried hi a quiet wedding we had: he and i, the parson and clerk, were alone present. whe back frochurch, i went into the kit of the nor-house, where mary waoking the dinner and john ing the knives, and i said—
“mary, i have been rried to mr. rochester this ” the housekeeper and her husband were both of that det phlegtic order of people, to whoone y at any ti safely unicate a rerkable piece of news without incurring the danger of having one’s ears pierced by so shrill ejaculation, and subsequently stunned by a torrent of wordy wondernt. mary did look up, and she did stare at : the ladle with which she was basting a pair of chis roasting at the fire, did for so three nutes hang suspended in air; and for the sa space of ti john’s knives also had rest frothe polishing process: but mary, bending agaihe roast, said only—
“have you, miss? well, for sure!”
a short ti after she pursued—“i seed you go out with the ster, but i didn’t know you were goo church to be wed;” and she basted away. john, when i turo hi was grinning froear to ear.
“i telled mary how it would be,” he said: “i knew what mr. edward” (john was an old servant, and had known his ster when he was the cadet of the house, therefore, he often gave hihis christian na)—“i knew what mr. edward would do; and i was certain he would not wait loher: and he’s dht, fht i know. i wish you joy, miss!” and he politely pulled his forelock.
“thank you, john. mr. rochester toldto give you and mary this.” i put into his hand a five-pound note. without waiting to hear re, i left the kit. in passing the door of that sanctuso ti after, i caught the words—
“she’ll happen do better for hinor ony o’t’ grand ladies.” and again, “if she ben’t one o’ th’ handsost, she’s noan faal and varry good-natured; and i’ his een she’s fair beautiful, onybody y see that.”
i wrote to moor house and to caridge iediately, to say what i had done: fully explaining also why i had thus acted. diana and mary approved the step unreservedly. diana annouhat she would just giveti to get over the honeyon, and then she would e and see .
“she had better not wait till then, jane,” said mr. rochester, when i read her letter to hi “if she does, she will be too late, for our honeyon will shine our life long: its bea will only fade over yrave or ne.”
how st. john received the news, i don’t know: he never answered the letter in which i unicated it: yet six nths after he wrote to , without, however, ntioning mr. rochester’s na or alluding torriage. his letter was then cal and, though very serious, kind. he has intained a regular, though not frequentrrespondence ever since: he hopes i ahappy, and trusts i anot of those who live without god in the world, and only hly things.
you have not quite fotten little adèle, have you, reader? i had not; i soon asked and obtained leave of mr. rochester, to go and see her at the school where he had placed her. her frantic joy at beholdingagain vedch. she looked pale and thin: she said she was not happy. i found the rules of the establishoo strict, iturse of study too severe for a child of her age: i took her ho with . i ant to bee her governess once re, but i soon found this iracticable;ti and cares were now required by another— husband heall. so i sought out a school ducted on a re indulgent syste and near enough to pert ofvisiting her of&a;a;lt;bdo&a;a;gt;?&a;a;lt;/bdo&a;a;gt;ten, and bringing her ho sotis. i took care she should never want for anything thauld tribute to her fort: she sooled in her new abode, beca very happy there, and de fair progress iudies. as she grew up, a sound english educatiorrected in a great asure her french defects; and when she left school, i found in her a pleasing and obliging panion: docile, good-teered, and well-principled. by her grateful attention toand ne, she has long since well repaid any little kindness i ever had it inpower to offer her.
my tale draws to its close: one word respegexperienarried life, and one brief gla the fortunes of those whose nas have st frequently recurred in this narrative, and i have done.
i have now been rried ten years. i know what it is to live entirely for and with what i love best oh. i hold self suprely blest—blest bey&a;a;lt;tt&a;a;gt;藏书网&a;a;lt;/tt&a;a;gt;ond what languageexpress; because i a husband’s life as fully is he is ne. no won was ever o her te than i a ever re absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. i know no weariness ofedward’s society: he knows none of ne, any re than we each do of the pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate boso; sequently, we are ever together. to be together is for us to be at once as free as in solitude, as gay as in pany. we talk, i believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but a re anited and an audible thinking. allfidence is bestowed on hi all his fidence is devoted to ; recisely suited in character—perfecrd is the result.
mr. rochester tinued blind the first two years of our union; perhaps it was that circutahat drew us so very hat knit us so very close: for i was then his vision, as i astill his right hand. literally, i was (what he often called ) the apple of his eye. he saw nature—he saw books through ; and never did i weary of gazing for his behalf, and of putting into words the effect of field, tree, town, river, cloud, sunbeaof the landscape before us; of the weather round us—and iressing by sound on his ear what lighuld no loa on his eye. never did i weary of reading to hi never did i weary of dug hiwhere he wished to go: of doing for hiwhat he wished to be done. and there leasure inservices, st full, st exquisite, even though sad—because he claid these services without painful sha or daing huliation. he loved &a;a;lt;bdo&a;a;gt;&a;a;lt;/bdo&a;a;gt; so truly, that he knerofiting byattendance: he felt i loved hiso fondly, that to yield that attendance was to indulgesweetest wishes.
one at the end of the two years, as i was writing a letter to his dictation, he ca a over , and said—“jane, have you a glittering or round your neck?”
i had a gold watch-: i answered “yes.”
“and have you a pale blue dress on?”
i had. he infordthen, that for so ti he had fahe obscurity clouding one eye was being less dense; and that now he was sure of it.
he and i went up to london. he had the advice of an e oculist; and he eventually vered the sight of that one eye. he ot now see very distinctly: he ot read or write ch; but hefind his way without being led by the hand: the sky is no longer a blank to hithe earth no longer a void. when his first- born ut into his ar, huld see that the boy had ied his own eyes, as they once were—large, brilliant, and black. on that oasion, he again, with a full heart, aowledged that god had teered judgnt with rcy.
my edward and i, then, are happy: and the re so, because those we st love are happy likewise. diana and mary rivers are both rried: alternately, once every year, they e to see us, and we go to see the diana’s husband is a captain in the navy, a gallant officer and a good n. mary’s is a clergyn, llege friend of her brother’s, and, frohis attais and principles, worthy of the e. both captain fitzjas and mr. wharton love their wives, and are loved by&a;a;lt;var&a;a;gt;..&a;a;lt;/var&a;a;gt; the
as to st. john rivers, he left england: he went to india. he entered oh he had rked for hielf; he pursues it still. a re resolute, iigable pioneer never wrought adst rocks and dangers. fir faithful, aed, full of energy, and zeal, and truth, he labours for his race; he clears their painful way to irovent; he hews down like a giant the prejudices of creed and caste that encuer it. he y be stern; he y be exag; he y be aitious yet; but his is the sternness of the warrireatheart, who guards his pilgrivoy frothe onslaught of apollyon. his is the exa of the apostle, who speaks but for christ, when he says—“whosoever will e after , let hideny hielf, and take up his cross and follow .” his is the aition of the high ster-spirit, which ai to fill a pla the first rank of those who are redeed frothe earth—who stand without fault before the throne of god, who share the last ghty victories of the la, who are called, and chosen, and faithful.
st. john is unrried: he never will rry now. hielf has hitherto sufficed to the toil, and the toil draws near its close: his glorious sun hastens to its setting. the last letter i received frohidrew fro eves hun tears, a filledheart with divine joy: he anticipated his sure reward, his rruptible . i know that a stranger’s hand will write to, to say that the good and faithful servant has been called at length into the joy of his lord. and why weep for this? no fear of death will darken st. john’s last hour: his nd will be unclouded, his heart will be undaunted, his hope will be sure, his faith steadfast. his own words are a pledge of this—
“my master,” he says, “has forewarned . daily he announces re distinctly,—‘surely i e quickly!’ and hourly i re eagerly respond,—‘an; even so e, lord jesus!’”
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