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Nasmyth, camebetween me and Miss Temple: I saw her in her travelling dressstep into a postchaise, shortly after the marriage ceremony; Iwatched the chaise mount the hill and disappear beyond its brow;and then retired to my own room, and there spent in solitude thegreatest part of the halfholiday granted in honour of the occasion.I walked about the chamber most of the time. I imagined myselfonly to be regretting my loss, and thinking how to repair it; butwhen my reflections were concluded, and I looked up and foundthat the afternoon was gone, and evening far advanced, anotherdiscovery dawned on me, namely, that in the interval I hadundergone a transforming process; that my mind had put off all ithad borrowed of Miss Temple—or rather that she had taken withher the serene atmosphere I had been breathing in her vicinity—and that now I was left in my natural element, and beginning tofeel the stirring of old emotions. It did not seem as if a prop werewithdrawn, but rather as if a motive were gone: it was not thepower to be tranquil which had failed me, but the reason fortranquillity was no more. My world had for some years been inLowood: my experience had been of its rules and systems; now Iremembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied fieldof hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited thosewho had courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek realknowledge of life amidst its perils.I went to my window, opened it, and looked out. Mens Jackets North Face
There were theCharlotte Bront. ElecBook ClassicsJane Eyre two wings of the building; there was the garden; there were theskirts of Lowood; there was the hilly horizon. My eye passed allother objects to rest on those most remote, the blue peaks; it wasthose I longed to surmount; all within their boundary of rock andheath seemed prisonground, exile limits. I traced the white roadwinding round the base of one mountain, and vanishing in a gorgebetween two; how I longed to follow it farther! I recalled the timewhen I had travelled that very road in a coach; I remembereddescending that hill at twilight; an age seemed to have elapsedsince the day which brought me first to Lowood, and I had neverquitted it since. My vacations had all been spent at school: Mrs.Reed had never sent for me to Gateshead; neither she nor any ofher family had ever been to visit me. Men's Jackets I had had no communicationby letter or message with the outer world: schoolrules, schoolduties, schoolhabits and notions, and voices, and faces, andphrases, and costumes, and preferences, and antipathies—suchwas what I knew of existence. And now I felt that it was notenough; I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon. Idesired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; itseemed scattered on the wind then faintly blowing. I abandoned itand framed a humbler supplication; for change, stimulus: thatpetition, too, seemed swept off into vague space: “Then,” I cried,half desperate, “grant me at least a new servitude!”Here a bell, ringing the hour of supper, called me downstairs.I was not free to resume the interrupted chain of my reflectionstill bedtime: even then a teacher who occupied the same roomwith me kept me from the subject to which I longed to recur, by aprolonged effusion of small talk. How I wished sleep would silenceher. North Face Arctic Fleece Ski Mens Jackets
It seemed as if, could I but go back to the idea which had lastCharlotte Bront. ElecBook ClassicsJane Eyre entered my mind as I stood at the window, some inventivesuggestion would rise for my relief.Miss Gryce snored at last; she was a heavy Welshwoman, andtill now her habitual nasal strains had never been regarded by mein any other light than as a nuisance; tonight I hailed the firstdeep notes with satisfaction; I was debarrassed of interruption; myhalfeffaced thought instantly revived.“A new servitude! There is something in that,” I soliloquised(mentally, be it understood; I did not talk aloud), “I know there is,because it does not sound too sweet; it is not like such words asLiberty, Excitement, Enjoyment: delightful sounds truly; but nomore than sounds for me; and so hollow and fleeting that it ismere waste of time to listen to them. But Servitude! That must bematter of fact. Any one may serve: I have served here eight years;now all I want is to serve elsewhere.