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Jane Eyre - Pennsylvania State University

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Charlotte Brontë<br />

announced that inquiry had been made into the charges al- and trees, picturesque rocks and ruins, Cuyp-like groups of<br />

leged against <strong>Jane</strong> <strong>Eyre</strong>, and that she was most happy to be cattle, sweet paintings of butterflies hovering over unblown<br />

able to pronounce her completely cleared from every imputa- roses, of birds picking at ripe cherries, of wren’s nests enclostion.<br />

The teachers then shook hands with me and kissed me, ing pearl-like eggs, wreathed about with young ivy sprays. I<br />

and a murmur of pleasure ran through the ranks of my com- examined, too, in thought, the possibility of my ever being<br />

panions.<br />

able to translate currently a certain little French story which<br />

Thus relieved of a grievous load, I from that hour set to Madame Pierrot had that day shown me; nor was that prob-<br />

work afresh, resolved to pioneer my way through every diffilem solved to my satisfaction ere I fell sweetly asleep.<br />

culty: I toiled hard, and my success was proportionate to my Well has Solomon said—”Better is a dinner of herbs where<br />

efforts; my memory, not naturally tenacious, improved with love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.”<br />

practice; exercise sharpened my wits; in a few weeks I was I would not now have exchanged Lowood with all its pri-<br />

promoted to a higher class; in less than two months I was vations for Gateshead and its daily luxuries.<br />

allowed to commence French and drawing. I learned the first<br />

two tenses of the verb etre, and sketched my first cottage<br />

(whose walls, by-the-bye, outrivalled in slope those of the<br />

leaning tower of Pisa), on the same day. That night, on going<br />

to bed, I forgot to prepare in imagination the Barmecide supper<br />

of hot roast potatoes, or white bread and new milk, with<br />

which I was wont to amuse my inward cravings: I feasted<br />

instead on the spectacle of ideal drawings, which I saw in the<br />

dark; all the work of my own hands: freely pencilled houses<br />

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