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1Five o'clock had hardly struck on the morning of the 19th of January, when Bessie brought a candle into my closet and
2found me already up and nearly dressed. I had risen half-an-hour before her entrance, and had washed my face, and put on
3my clothes by the light of a half-moon just setting, whose rays streamed through the narrow window near my crib. I was
4to leave Gateshead that day by a coach which passed the lodge gates at six A.M. Bessie was the only person yet risen;
5she had lit a fire in the nursery, where she now proceeded to make my breakfast. Few children can eat when excited with
6the thoughts of a journey; nor could I. Bessie, having pressed me in vain to take a few spoonfuls of the boiled milk and
7bread she had prepared for me, wrapped up some biscuits in a paper and put them into my bag; then she helped me on with
8my pelisse and bonnet, and wrapping herself in a shawl, she and I left the nursery. As we passed Mrs. Reed's bedroom,
9she said, "Will you go in and bid Missis good-bye?" "No, Bessie: she came to my crib last night when you were gone down
10to supper, and said I need not disturb her in the morning, or my cousins either; and she told me to remember that she
11had always been my best friend, and to speak of her and be grateful to her accordingly." "What did you say, Miss?"
12"Nothing: I covered my face with the bedclothes, and turned from her to the wall." "That was wrong, Miss Jane." "It was
13quite right, Bessie. Your Missis has not been my friend: she has been my foe." "O Miss Jane! don't say so!" "Good-bye to
14Gateshead!" cried I, as we passed through the hall and went out at the front door. The moon was set, and it was very
15dark; Bessie carried a lantern, whose light glanced on wet steps and gravel road sodden by a recent thaw. Raw and chill
16was the winter morning: my teeth chattered as I hastened down the drive. There was a light in the porter's lodge: when
17we reached it, we found the porter's wife just kindling her fire: my trunk, which had been carried down the evening
18before, stood corded at the door. It wanted but a few minutes of six, and shortly after that hour had struck, the
19distant roll of wheels announced the coming coach; I went to the door and watched its lamps approach rapidly through the
20gloom. "Is she going by herself?" asked the porter's wife. "Yes." "And how far is it?" "Fifty miles." "What a long way!
21I wonder Mrs. Reed is not afraid to trust her so far alone." The coach drew up; there it was at the gates with its four
22horses and its top laden with passengers: the guard and coachman loudly urged haste; my trunk was hoisted up; I was
23taken from Bessie's neck, to which I clung with kisses. "Be sure and take good care of her," cried she to the guard, as
24he lifted me into the inside. "Ay, ay!" was the answer: the door was slapped to, a voice exclaimed "All right," and on
25we drove. Thus was I severed from Bessie and Gateshead; thus whirled away to unknown, and, as I then deemed, remote and
26mysterious regions. I remember but little of the journey; I only know that the day seemed to me of a preternatural
27length, and that we appeared to travel over hundreds of miles of road. We passed through several towns, and in one, a
28very large one, the coach stopped; the horses were taken out, and the passengers alighted to dine. I was carried into an
29inn, where the guard wanted me to have some dinner; but, as I had no appetite, he left me in an immense room with a
30fireplace at each end, a chandelier pendent from the ceiling, and a little red gallery high up against the wall filled
31with musical instruments. Here I walked about for a long time, feeling very strange, and mortally apprehensive of some
32one coming in and kidnapping me; for I believed in kidnappers, their exploits having frequently figured in Bessie's
33fireside chronicles. At last the guard returned; once more I was stowed away in the coach, my protector mounted his own
34seat, sounded his hollow horn, and away we rattled over the "stony street" of L----. The afternoon came on wet and
35somewhat misty: as it waned into dusk, I began to feel that we were getting very far indeed from Gateshead: we ceased to
36pass through towns; the country changed; great grey hills heaved up round the horizon: as twilight deepened, we
37descended a valley, dark with wood, and long after night had overclouded the prospect, I heard a wild wind rushing
38amongst trees. Lulled by the sound, I at last dropped asleep; I had not long slumbered when the sudden cessation of
39motion awoke me; the coach-door was open, and a person like a servant was standing at it: I saw her face and dress by
40the light of the lamps. "Is there a little girl called Jane Eyre here?" she asked. I answered "Yes," and was then lifted
41out; my trunk was handed down, and the coach instantly drove away. I was stiff with long sitting, and bewildered with
42the noise and motion of the coach: gathering my faculties, I looked about me. Rain, wind, and darkness filled the air;
43nevertheless, I dimly discerned a wall before me and a door open in it; through this door I passed with my new guide:
44she shut and locked it behind her. There was now visible a house or houses--for the building spread far--with many
45windows, and lights burning in some; we went up a broad pebbly path, splashing wet, and were admitted at a door; then
46the servant led me through a passage into a room with a fire, where she left me alone. I stood and warmed my numbed
47fingers over the blaze, then I looked round; there was no candle, but the uncertain light from the hearth showed, by
48intervals, papered walls, carpet, curtains, shining mahogany furniture: it was a parlour, not so spacious or splendid as
49the drawing-room at Gateshead, but comfortable enough. I was puzzling to make out the subject of a picture on the wall,
50when the door opened, and an individual carrying a light entered; another followed close behind. The first was a tall
51lady with dark hair, dark eyes, and a pale and large forehead; her figure was partly enveloped in a shawl, her
52countenance was grave, her bearing erect. "The child is very young to be sent alone," said she, putting her candle down
53on the table. She considered me attentively for a minute or two, then further added-- "She had better be put to bed
54soon; she looks tired: are you tired?" she asked, placing her hand on my shoulder. "A little, ma'am." "And hungry too,
55no doubt: let her have some supper before she goes to bed, Miss Miller. Is this the first time you have left your
56parents to come to school, my little girl?" I explained to her that I had no parents. She inquired how long they had
57been dead: then how old I was, what was my name, whether I could read, write, and sew a little: then she touched my
58cheek gently with her forefinger, and saying, "She hoped I should be a good child," dismissed me along with Miss Miller.
59The lady I had left might be about twenty-nine; the one who went with me appeared some years younger: the first
60impressed me by her voice, look, and air. Miss Miller was more ordinary; ruddy in complexion, though of a careworn
61countenance; hurried in gait and action, like one who had always a multiplicity of tasks on hand: she looked, indeed,
62what I afterwards found she really was, an under-teacher. Led by her, I passed from compartment to compartment, from
63passage to passage, of a large and irregular building; till, emerging from the total and somewhat dreary silence
64pervading that portion of the house we had traversed, we came upon the hum of many voices, and presently entered a wide,
65long room, with great deal tables, two at each end, on each of which burnt a pair of candles, and seated all round on
66benches, a congregation of girls of every age, from nine or ten to twenty. Seen by the dim light of the dips, their
67number to me appeared countless, though not in reality exceeding eighty; they were uniformly dressed in brown stuff
68frocks of quaint fashion, and long holland pinafores. It was the hour of study; they were engaged in conning over their
69to-morrow's task, and the hum I had heard was the combined result of their whispered repetitions.
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