First Meeting |
The din was on the causeway: a horse was coming: the windings of the lane yet hid it but it approached. I was just leaving the stile; yet, as the path was narrow, I sat still to let it go by. In those... Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 06:08:00 GMT |
Proposal |
"We have been good friends, Jane; have we not?"
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"Yes, sir."
"And when friends are on the eve of a separation, they like... Posted by on Sat, 23 Feb 2008 14:07:00 GMT |
Money matters and fond farewells |
"Does that person want you?" she enquired of Mr. Rochester; and Mr. Rochester turned to see who the "person" was. He made a curious grimace, - one of his strange and equivocal demonstrations threw d... Posted by on Thu, 06 Mar 2008 08:20:00 GMT |
Bedroom Fire |
"Goodnight, then, sir," said I, departing.
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He seemed surprised very inconsistently so, as he had just told me to go.
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Reunited |
This parlour looked gloomy: a neglected handful of fire burnt low in the grate; and, leaning over it, with his head supported against the high, old fashioned mantelpiece, appeared the blind tenant of ... Posted by on Sun, 24 Feb 2008 04:54:00 GMT |