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THE library looked tranquil enough as I entered it, and the

Sibyl- if Sibyl she were- was seated snugly enough in an easy-chair at

the chimney-corner. She had on a red cloak and a black bonnet: or

rather, a broad-brimmed gipsy hat, tied down with a striped

handkerchief under her chin. An extinguished candle stood on the

table; she was bending over the fire, and seemed reading in a little

black book, like a prayer-book, by the light of the blaze: she

muttered the words to herself, as most old women do, while she read;

she did not desist immediately on my entrance: it appeared she

wished to finish a paragraph.

I stood on the rug and warmed my hands, which were rather cold with

sitting at a distance from the drawing-room fire. I felt now as

composed as ever I did in my life: there was nothing indeed in the

gipsy's appearance to trouble one's calm. She shut her book and slowly

looked up; her hat-brim partially shaded her face, yet I could see, as

she raised it, that it was a strange one. It looked all brown and

black: elf-locks bristled out from beneath a white band which passed

under her chin, and came half over her cheeks, or rather jaws: her eye

confronted me at once, with a bold and direct gaze.

'Well, and you want your fortune told?' she said, in a voice as

decided as her glance, as harsh as her features.

'I don't care about it, mother; you may please yourself: but I

ought to warn you, I have no faith.'

'It's like your impudence to say so: I expected it of you; I

heard it in your step as you crossed the threshold.'

'Did you? You've a quick ear.'

'I have; and a quick eye and a quick brain.'

'You need them all in your trade.'

'I do; especially when I've customers like you to deal with. Why

don't you tremble?'

'I'm not cold.'

'Why don't you turn pale?'

'I am not sick.'

'Why don't you consult my art?'

'I'm not silly.'

The old crone 'nichered' a laugh under her bonnet and bandage;

she then drew out a short black pipe, and lighting it began to

smoke. Having indulged a while in this sedative, she raised her bent

body, took the pipe from her lips, and while gazing steadily at the

fire, said very deliberately-

'You are cold; you are sick; and you are silly.'

'Prove it,' I rejoined.

'I will, in few words. You are cold, because you are alone: no

contact strikes the fire from you that is in you. You are sick;

because the best of feelings, the highest and the sweetest given to

man, keeps far away from you. You are silly, because, suffer as you

may, you will not beckon it to approach, nor will you stir one step to

meet it where it waits you.'

She again put her short black pipe to her lips, and renewed her

smoking with vigour.

'You might say all that to almost any one who you knew lived as a

solitarydependant in a great house.'

'I might say it to almost any one: but would it be true of almost

any one?'

'In my circumstances.'

'Yes; just so, in your circumstances: but find me another precisely

placed as you are.'

'It would be easy to find you thousands.'

'You could scarcely find me one. If you knew it, you are peculiarly

situated: very near happiness; yes, within reach of it. The

materials are all prepared; there only wants a movement to combine

them. Chance laid them somewhat apart; let them be once approached and

bliss results.'

'I don't understand enigmas. I never could guess a riddle in my

life.'

'If you wish me to speak more plainly, show me your palm.'

'And I must cross it with silver, I suppose?'

'To be sure.'

I gave her a shilling: she put it into an old stocking-foot which

she took out of her pocket, and having tied it round and returned

it, she told me to hold out my hand. I did. She approached her face to

the palm, and pored over it without touching it.

'It is too fine,' said she. 'I can make nothing of such a hand as

that; almost without lines: besides, what is in a palm? Destiny is not

written there.'

'I believe you,' said I.

'No,' she continued, 'it is in the face: on the forehead, about the

eyes, in the eyes themselves, in the lines of the mouth. Kneel, and

lift up your head.'

'Ah! now you are coming to reality,' I said, as I obeyed her. 'I

shall begin to put some faith in you presently.'

I knelt within half a yard of her. She stirred the fire, so that

a ripple of light broke from the disturbed coal: the glare, however,

as she sat, only threw her face into deeper shadow: mine, it

illumined.

'I wonder with what feelings you came to me to-night,' she said,

when she had examined me a while. 'I wonder what thoughts are busy

in your heart during all the hours you sit in yonder room with the

fine people flitting before you like shapes in a magic-lantern: just

as little sympathetic communion passing between you and them as if

they were really mere shadows of human forms, and not the actual

substance.'

'I feel tired often, sleepy sometimes, but seldom sad.'

'Then you have some secret hope to buoy you up and please you

with whispers of the future?'

'Not I. The utmost I hope is, to save money enough out of my

earnings to set up a school some day in a little house rented by

myself.'

'A mean nutriment for the spirit to exist on: and sitting in that

window-seat (you see I know your habits)-'

'You have learned them from the servants.'

'Ah! you think yourself sharp. Well, perhaps I have: to speak

truth, I have an acquaintance with one of them, Mrs. Poole-'

I started to my feet when I heard the name.

'You have- have you?' thought I; 'there is diablerie in the

business after all, then!'

'Don't be alarmed,' continued the strange being; 'she's a safe hand

is Mrs. Poole: close and quiet; any one may repose confidence in her.

But, as I was saying: sitting in that window-seat, do you think of

nothing but your future school? Have you no present interest in any of

the company who occupy the sofas and chairs before you? Is there not

one face you study? one figure whose movements you follow with at

least curiosity?'

'I like to observe all the faces and all the figures.'

'But do you never single one from the rest-or it may be, two?'

'I do frequently; when the gestures or looks of a pair seem telling

a tale: it amuses me to watch them.'

'What tale do you like best to hear?'

'Oh, I have not much choice! They generally run on the same

theme- courtship; and promise to end in the same catastrophe-

marriage.'

'And do you like that monotonous theme?'

'Positively, I don't care about it: it is nothing to me.'

'Nothing to you? When a lady, young and full of life and health,

charming with beauty and endowed with the gifts of rank and fortune,

sits and smiles in the eyes of a gentleman you-'

'I what?'

'You know- and perhaps think well of.'

'I don't know the gentlemen here. I have scarcely interchanged a

syllable with one of them; and as to thinking well of them, I consider

some respectable, and stately, and middle-aged, and others young,

dashing, handsome, and lively: but certainly they are all at liberty

to be the recipients of whose smiles they please, without my feeling

disposed to consider the transaction of any moment to me.'

'You don't know the gentlemen here? You have not exchanged a

syllable with one of them? Will you say that of the master of the

house!'

'He is not at home.'

'A profound remark! A most ingenious quibble! He went to Millcote

this morning, and will be back here to-night or to-morrow: does that

circumstance exclude him from the list of your acquaintance- blot him,

as it were, out of existence?'

'No; but I can scarcely see what Mr. Rochester has to do with the

theme you had introduced.'

'I was talking of ladies smiling in the eyes of gentlemen; and of

late so many smiles have been shed into Mr. Rochester's eyes that they

overflow like two cups filled above the brim: have you never

remarked that?'

'Mr. Rochester has a right to enjoy the society of his guests.'

'No question about his right: but have you never observed that,

of all the tales told here about matrimony, Mr. Rochester has been

favoured with the most lively and the most continuous?'

'The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator.'

I said this rather to myself than to the gipsy, whose strange talk,

voice, manner, had by this time wrapped me in a kind of dream. One

unexpected sentence came from her lips after another, till I got

involved in a web of mystification; and wondered what unseen spirit

had been sitting for weeks by my heart watching its workings and

taking record of every pulse.

'Eagerness of a listener!' repeated she: 'yes; Mr. Rochester has

sat by the hour, his ear inclined to the fascinating lips that took

such delight in their task of communicating; and Mr. Rochester was

so willing to receive and looked so grateful for the pastime given

him; you have noticed this?'

'Grateful! I cannot remember detecting gratitude in his face.'

'Detecting! You have analysed, then. And what did you detect, if

not gratitude?'

I said nothing.

'You have seen love: have you not?- and, looking forward, you

have seen him married, and beheld his bride happy?'

'Humph! Not exactly. Your witch's skill is rather at fault

sometimes.'

'What the devil have you seen, then?'

'Never mind: I came here to inquire, not to confess. Is it known

that Mr. Rochester is to be married?'

'Yes; and to the beautiful Miss Ingram.'

'Shortly?'

'Appearances would warrant that conclusion: and, no doubt

(though, with an audacity that wants chastising out of you, you seem

to question it), they will be a superlatively happy pair. He must love

such a handsome, noble, witty, accomplished lady; and probably she

loves him, or, if not his person, at least his purse. I know she

considers the Rochester estate eligible to the last degree; though

(God pardon me!) I told her something on that point about an hour

ago which made her look wondrous grave: the corners of her mouth

fell half an inch. I would advise her black-aviced suitor to look out:

if another comes, with a longer or clearer rent-roll,- he's dished-'

'But, mother, I did not come to hear Mr. Rochester's fortune: I

came to hear my own; and you have told me nothing of it.'

'Your fortune is yet doubtful: when I examined your face, one trait

contradicted another. Chance has meted you a measure of happiness:

that I know. I knew it before I came here this evening. She has laid

it carefully on one side for you. I saw her do it. It depends on

yourself to stretch out your hand, and take it up: but whether you

will do so, is the problem I study. Kneel again on the rug.'

'Don't keep me long; the fire scorches me.'

I knelt. She did not stoop towards me, but only gazed, leaning back

in her chair. She began muttering,-

'The flame flickers in the eye; the eye shines like dew; it looks

soft and full of feeling; it smiles at my jargon; it is susceptible;

impression follows impression through its clear sphere; where it

ceases to smile, it is sad; an unconscious lassitude weighs on the

lid: that signifies melancholy resulting from loneliness. It turns

from me; it will not suffer further scrutiny; it seems to deny, by a

mocking glance, the truth of the discoveries I have already made,-

to disown the charge both of sensibility and chagrin: its pride and

reserve only confirm me in my opinion. The eye is favourable.

'As to the mouth, it delights at times in laughter; it is

disposed to impart all that the brain conceives; though I daresay it

would be silent on much the heart experiences. Mobile and flexible, it

was never intended to be compressed in the eternal silence of

solitude; it is a mouth which should speak much and smile often, and

have human affection for its interlocutor. That feature too is

propitious.

'I see no enemy to a fortunate issue but in the brow; and that brow

professes to say,- "I can live alone, if self-respect and

circumstances require me so to do. I need not sell my soul to buy

bliss. I have an inward treasure born with me, which can keep me alive

if all extraneous delights should be withheld, or offered only at a

price I cannot afford to give." The forehead declares, "Reason sits

firm and holds the reins, and she will not let the feelings burst away

and hurry her to wild chasms. The passions may rage furiously, like

true heathens, as they are; and the desires may imagine all sorts of

vain things: but judgment shall still have the last word in every

argument, and the casting vote in every decision. Strong wind,

earthquake-shock, and fire may pass by: but I shall follow the guiding

of that still small voice which interprets the dictates of

conscience."

'Well said, forehead; your declaration shall be respected. I have

formed my plans- right plans I deem them- and in them I have

attended to the claims of conscience, the counsels of reason. I know

how soon youth would fade and bloom perish, if, in the cup of bliss

offered, but one dreg of shame, or one flavour of remorse were

detected; and I do not want sacrifice, sorrow, dissolution- such is

not my taste. I wish to foster, not to blight- to earn gratitude,

not to wring tears of blood- no, nor of brine: my harvest must be in

smiles, in endearments, in sweet- That will do. I think I rave in a

kind of exquisite delirium. I should wish now to protract this

moment ad infinitum; but I dare not. So far I have governed myself

thoroughly. I have acted as I inwardly swore I would act; but

further might try me beyond my strength. Rise, Miss Eyre: leave me;

"the play is played out."'

Where was I? Did I wake or sleep? Had I been dreaming? Did I

dream still? The old woman's voice had changed: her accent, her

gesture, and all were familiar to me as my own face in a glass- as the

speech of my own tongue. I got up, but did not go. I looked; I stirred

the fire, and I looked again: but she drew her bonnet and her

bandage closer about her face, and again beckoned me to depart. The

flame illuminated her hand stretched out: roused now, and on the alert

for discoveries, I at once noticed that hand. It was no more the

withered limb of eld than my own; it was a rounded supple member, with

smooth fingers, symmetrically turned; a broad ring flashed on the

little finger, and stooping forward, I looked at it, and saw a gem I

had seen a hundred times before. Again I looked at the face; which was

no longer turned from me- on the contrary, the bonnet was doffed,

the bandage displaced, the head advanced.

'Well, Jane, do you know me?' asked the familiar voice.

'Only take off the red cloak, sir, and then-'

'But the string is in a knot- help me.'

'Break it, sir.'

'There, then- "Off, ye lendings!"' And Mr. Rochester stepped out of

his disguise.

'Now, sir, what a strange idea!'

'But well carried out, eh? Don't you think so?'

'With the ladies you must have managed well.'

'But not with you?'

'You did not act the character of a gipsy with me.'

'What character did I act? My own?'

'No; some unaccountable one. In short, I believe you have been

trying to draw me out- or in; you have been talking nonsense to make

me talk nonsense. It is scarcely fair, sir.'

'Do you forgive me, Jane?'

'I cannot tell till I have thought it all over. If, on

reflection, I find I have fallen into no great absurdity, I shall

try to forgive you; but it was not right.'

'Oh, you have been very correct- very careful, very sensible.'

I reflected, and thought, on the whole, I had. It was a comfort;

but, indeed, I had been on my guard almost from the beginning of the

interview. Something of masquerade I suspected. I knew gipsies and

fortune-tellers did not express themselves as this seeming old woman

had expressed herself; besides I had noted her feigned voice, her

anxiety to conceal her features. But my mind had been running on Grace

Poole- that living enigma, that mystery of mysteries, as I

considered her. I had never thought of Mr. Rochester.

'Well,' said he, 'what are you musing about? What does that grave

smile signify?'

'Wonder and self-congratulation, sir. I have your permission to

retire now, I suppose?'

'No; stay a moment; and tell me what the people in the drawing-room

yonder are doing.'

'Discussing the gipsy, I daresay.'

'Sit down!- Let me hear what they said about me.'

'I had better not stay long, sir; it must be near eleven o'clock.

Oh, are you aware, Mr. Rochester, that a stranger has arrived here

since you left this morning?'

'A stranger!- no; who can it be? I expected no one; is he gone?'

'No; he said he had known you long, and that he could take the

liberty of installing himself here till you returned.'

'The devil he did! Did he give his name?'

'His name is Mason, sir; and he comes from the West Indies; from

Spanish Town, in Jamaica, I think.'

Mr. Rochester was standing near me; he had taken my hand, as if

to lead me to a chair. As I spoke he gave my wrist a convulsive

grip; the smile on his lips froze: apparently a spasm caught his

breath.

'Mason!- the West Indies!' he said, in the tone one might fancy a

speaking automaton to enounce its single words; 'Mason!- the West

Indies!' he reiterated; and he went over the syllables three times,

growing, in the intervals of speaking, whiter than ashes: he hardly

seemed to know what he was doing.

'Do you feel ill, sir?' I inquired.

'Jane, I've got a blow; I've got a blow, Jane!' He staggered.

'Oh, lean on me, sir.'

'Jane, you offered me your shoulder once before; let me have it

now.'

'Yes, sir, yes; and my arm.'

He sat down, and made me sit beside him. Holding my hand in both

his own, he chafed it; gazing on me, at the same time, with the most

troubled and dreary look.

'My little friend!' said he, 'I wish I were in a quiet island

with only you; and trouble, and danger, and hideous recollections

removed from me.'

'Can I help you, sir?- I'd give my life to serve you.'

'Jane, if aid is wanted, I'll seek it at your hands; I promise

you that.'

'Thank you, sir. Tell me what to do,- I'll try, at least, to do

it.'

'Fetch me now, Jane, a glass of wine from the dining-room: they

will be at supper there; and tell me if Mason is with them, and what

he is doing.'

I went. I found all the party in the dining-room at supper, as

Mr. Rochester had said; they were not seated at table,- the supper was

arranged on the sideboard; each had taken what he chose, and they

stood about here and there in groups, their plates and glasses in

their hands. Every one seemed in high glee; laughter and

conversation were general and animated. Mr. Mason stood near the fire,

talking to Colonel and Mrs. Dent, and appeared as merry as any of

them. I filled a wine-glass (I saw Miss Ingram watch me frowningly

as I did so: she thought I was taking a liberty, I daresay), and I

returned to the library.

Mr. Rochester's extreme pallor had disappeared, and he looked

once more firm and stern. He took the glass from my hand.

'Here is to your health, ministrant spirit!' he said. He

swallowed the contents and returned it to me. 'What are they doing,

Jane?'

'Laughing and talking, sir.'

'They don't look grave and mysterious, as if they had heard

something strange?'

'Not at all: they are full of jests and gaiety.'

'And Mason?'

'He was laughing too.'

'If all these people came in a body and spat at me, what would

you do, Jane?'

'Turn them out of the room, sir, if I could.'

He half smiled. 'But if I were to go to them, and they only

looked at me coldly, and whispered sneeringly amongst each other,

and then dropped off and left me one by one, what then? Would you go

with them?'

'I rather think not, sir: I should have more pleasure in staying

with you.'

'To comfort me?'

'Yes, sir, to comfort you, as well as I could.'

'And if they laid you under a ban for adhering to me?'

'I, probably, should know nothing about their ban; and if I did,

I should care nothing about it.'

'Then, you could dare censure for my sake?'

'I could dare it for the sake of any friend who deserved my

adherence; as you, I am sure, do.'

'Go back now into the room; step quietly up to Mason, and whisper

in his ear that Mr. Rochester is come and wishes to see him: show

him in here and then leave me.'

'Yes, sir.'

I did his behest. The company all stared at me as I passed straight

among them. I sought Mr. Mason, delivered the message, and preceded

him from the room: I ushered him into the library, and then I went

upstairs.

At a late hour, after I had been in bed some time, I heard the

visitors repair to their chambers: I distinguished Mr. Rochester's

voice, and heard him say, 'This way, Mason; this is your room.'

He spoke cheerfully: the gay tones set my heart at ease. I was soon

asleep.




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  • striped [´straipt] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.有条纹的 四级词汇
  • composed [kəm´pəuzd] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.镇静自若的 四级词汇
  • partially [´pɑ:ʃəli] 移动到这儿单词发声 ad.部分地;局部地 四级词汇
  • lighting [´laitiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.照明,发光 四级词汇
  • dependant [di´pendənt] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.被赡养者;依赖别人 六级词汇
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  • touching [´tʌtʃiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.动人的 prep.提到 四级词汇
  • communion [kə´mju:niən] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.共享;交流;圣餐 四级词汇
  • earnings [´ə:niŋz] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.收益;报酬;获得 六级词汇
  • courtship [´kɔ:tʃip] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.求爱(时期) 六级词汇
  • monotonous [mə´nɔtənəs] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.单(音)调的 四级词汇
  • middle-aged [´midl´eidʒid] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.中年的 六级词汇
  • dashing [´dæʃiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.勇猛的;生气勃勃的 六级词汇
  • favoured [´feivəd] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.有利的,喜爱的 四级词汇
  • listener [´lisənə] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.(收)听者,听众之一 四级词汇
  • taking [´teikiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.迷人的 n.捕获物 六级词汇
  • warrant [´wɔrənt] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.根据;委任书;权利 四级词汇
  • audacity [ɔ:´dæsiti] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.大胆;卤莽;无礼 四级词汇
  • accomplished [ə´kʌmpliʃt] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.完成了的;熟练的 四级词汇
  • wondrous [´wʌndrəs] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.极好的 ad.惊人地 四级词汇
  • suitor [´su:tə, ´sju:-] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.原告;请求者;求爱者 四级词汇
  • susceptible [sə´septəbəl] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.敏感的;易受影响的 六级词汇
  • chagrin [´ʃægrin] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.悔恨,懊恼,委曲 六级词汇
  • flexible [´fleksəbəl] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.灵活的,柔韧的 四级词汇
  • compressed [kəm´prest] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.压缩的 六级词汇
  • withheld [wið´held] 移动到这儿单词发声 withhold过去式(分词) 六级词汇
  • remorse [ri´mɔ:s] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.懊悔;自责;同情 四级词汇
  • inwardly [´inwədli] 移动到这儿单词发声 ad.内向;独自地 六级词汇
  • trying [´traiiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.难堪的;费劲的 四级词汇
  • absurdity [əb´sə:diti] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.荒谬,愚蠢;谬论 四级词汇
  • masquerade [,mæskə´reid] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.化装舞会 vi.冒充 六级词汇
  • seeming [´si:miŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.表面上的 n.外观 四级词汇
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  • holding [´həuldiŋ] 移动到这儿单词发声 n.保持,固定,存储 六级词汇
  • animated [´ænimeitid] 移动到这儿单词发声 a.栩栩如生的;活跃的 六级词汇
  • censure [´senʃə] 移动到这儿单词发声 vt.&n.责备;非难 四级词汇
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