牛津書蟲第6級(jí)6-01.Jane Eyre Chapter 27

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Chapter27

SometimeintheafternoonIraisedmyhead,andlookingroundandseeingthewesternsungildingthesignofitsdeclineonthewall,Iasked,“WhatamItodo?”

Buttheanswermymindgave—“LeaveThornfieldatonce”—wassoprompt,sodread,thatIstoppedmyears.IsaidIcouldnotbearsuchwordsnow.“ThatIamnotEdwardRochester’sbrideistheleastpartofmywoe,”Ialleged:“thatIhavewakenedoutofmostgloriousdreams,andfoundthemallvoidandvain,isahorrorIcouldbearandmaster;butthatImustleavehimdecidedly,instantly,entirely,isintolerable.Icannotdoit.”

But,then,avoicewithinmeaverredthatIcoulddoitandforetoldthatIshoulddoit.Iwrestledwithmyownresolution:IwantedtobeweakthatImightavoidtheawfulpassageoffurthersufferingIsawlaidoutforme;andConscience,turnedtyrant,heldPassionbythethroat,toldhertauntingly,shehadyetbutdippedherdaintyfootintheslough,andsworethatwiththatarmofironhewouldthrustherdowntounsoundeddepthsofagony.

“Letmebetornaway,”thenIcried.“Letanotherhelpme!”

“No;youshalltearyourselfaway,noneshallhelpyou:youshallyourselfpluckoutyourrighteye;yourselfcut

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offyourrighthand:yourheartshallbethevictim,andyouthepriesttotransfixit.”Iroseupsuddenly,terror-struckatthesolitudewhichsoruthlessajudgehaunted,—atthesilencewhichsoawfulavoicefilled.MyheadswamasIstooderect.IperceivedthatIwassickeningfromexcitementandinanition;neithermeatnordrinkhadpassedmylipsthatday,forIhadtakennobreakfast.And,withastrangepang,Inowreflectedthat,longasIhadbeenshutuphere,nomessagehadbeensenttoaskhowIwas,ortoinvitemetocomedown:notevenlittleAdelehadtappedatthedoor;notevenMrs.Fairfaxhadsoughtme.“Friendsalwaysforgetthosewhomfortuneforsakes,”Imurmured,asIundrewtheboltandpassedout.Istumbledoveranobstacle:myheadwasstilldizzy,mysightwasdim,andmylimbswerefeeble.Icouldnotsoonrecovermyself.Ifell,butnotontothe

ground:anoutstretchedarmcaughtme.Ilookedup—IwassupportedbyMr.Rochester,whosatinachairacrossmychamberthreshold.“Youcomeoutatlast,”hesaid.“Well,Ihavebeenwaitingforyoulong,andlistening:yetnotonemovementhaveIheard,noronesob:fiveminutesmoreofthatdeath-likehush,andIshouldhaveforcedthelocklikeaburglar.Soyoushunme?—youshutyourselfupandgrievealone!Iwouldratheryouhadcomeandupbraidedmewithvehemence.Youarepassionate.Iexpectedasceneofsomekind.Iwaspreparedforthehotrainoftears;onlyIwantedthem

tobeshedonmybreast:nowasenselessfloorhas

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receivedthem,oryourdrenchedhandkerchief.ButIerr:youhavenotweptatall!Iseeawhitecheekandafadedeye,butnotraceoftears.Isuppose,then,yourhearthasbeenweepingblood?”

“Well,Jane!notawordofreproach?Nothingbitter—nothingpoignant?Nothingtocutafeelingorstingapassion?YousitquietlywhereIhaveplacedyou,andregardmewithaweary,passivelook.”

“Jane,Inevermeanttowoundyouthus.Ifthemanwhohadbutonelittleewelambthatwasdeartohimasadaughter,thatateofhisbreadanddrankofhiscup,andlayinhisbosom,hadbysomemistakeslaughtereditattheshambles,hewouldnothaveruedhisbloodyblundermorethanInowruemine.Willyoueverforgiveme?”

Reader,Iforgavehimatthemomentandonthespot.Therewassuchdeepremorseinhiseye,suchtruepityinhistone,suchmanlyenergyinhismanner;andbesides,therewassuchunchangedloveinhiswholelookandmien—Iforgavehimall:yetnotinwords,notoutwardly;onlyatmyheart’score.

“YouknowIamascoundrel,Jane?”erelongheinquiredwistfully—wondering,Isuppose,atmycontinuedsilenceandtameness,theresultratherof

weaknessthanofwill.

“Yes,sir.”

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“Thentellmesoroundlyandsharply—don’tspareme.”

“Icannot:Iamtiredandsick.Iwantsomewater.”Heheavedasortofshudderingsigh,andtakingmeinhisarms,carriedmedownstairs.AtfirstIdidnotknowtowhatroomhehadborneme;allwascloudytomyglazedsight:presentlyIfelttherevivingwarmthofafire;for,summerasitwas,Ihadbecomeicycoldinmychamber.Heputwinetomylips;Itasteditandrevived;thenIatesomethingheofferedme,andwassoonmyself.Iwasinthelibrary—sittinginhischair—hewasquitenear.“IfIcouldgooutoflifenow,withouttoosharpapang,itwouldbewellforme,”Ithought;“thenIshouldnothavetomaketheeffortofcrackingmyheart-stringsinrendingthemfromamongMr.Rochester’s.Imustleavehim,itappears.Idonot

wanttoleavehim—Icannotleavehim.”

“Howareyounow,Jane?”

“Muchbetter,sir;Ishallbewellsoon.”

“Tastethewineagain,Jane.”

Iobeyedhim;thenheputtheglassonthetable,stoodbeforeme,andlookedatmeattentively.Suddenlyheturnedaway,withaninarticulateexclamation,fullofpassionateemotionofsomekind;hewalkedfastthroughtheroomandcameback;hestoopedtowardsmeasiftokissme;butIrememberedcaresseswerenowforbidden.Iturnedmyfaceawayandputhisaside.

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“What!—Howisthis?”heexclaimedhastily.“Oh,Iknow!youwon’tkissthehusbandofBerthaMason?Youconsidermyarmsfilledandmyembracesappropriated?”

“Atanyrate,thereisneitherroomnorclaimforme,sir.”

“Why,Jane?Iwillspareyouthetroubleofmuchtalking;Iwillanswerforyou—BecauseIhaveawife

already,youwouldreply.—Iguessrightly?”

“Yes.”

“Ifyouthinkso,youmusthaveastrangeopinionofme;youmustregardmeasaplottingprofligate—abaseandlowrakewhohasbeensimulatingdisinterestedloveinordertodrawyouintoasnaredeliberatelylaid,andstripyouofhonourandrobyouofself-respect.Whatdoyousaytothat?Iseeyoucansaynothinginthefirstplace,youarefaintstill,andhaveenoughtodotodrawyourbreath;inthesecondplace,youcannotyetaccustomyourselftoaccuseandrevileme,andbesides,theflood-gatesoftearsareopened,andtheywouldrushoutifyouspokemuch;andyouhavenodesiretoexpostulate,toupbraid,tomakeascene:youarethinkinghowTOACT—TALKINGyouconsiderisofnouse.Iknowyou—Iamonmyguard.”

“Sir,Idonotwishtoactagainstyou,”Isaid;andmyunsteadyvoicewarnedmetocurtailmysentence.

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“Notinyoursenseoftheword,butinmineyouareschemingtodestroyme.YouhaveasgoodassaidthatIamamarriedman—asamarriedmanyouwillshunme,keepoutofmyway:justnowyouhaverefusedtokissme.Youintendtomakeyourselfacompletestrangertome:toliveunderthisroofonlyasAdele’sgoverness;ifeverIsayafriendlywordtoyou,ifeverafriendlyfeelinginclinesyouagaintome,youwillsay,—‘Thatmanhadnearlymademehismistress:Imustbeiceandrocktohim;’andiceandrockyouwillaccordinglybecome.”

Iclearedandsteadiedmyvoicetoreply:“Allischangedaboutme,sir;Imustchangetoo—thereisnodoubtofthat;andtoavoidfluctuationsoffeeling,andcontinualcombatswithrecollectionsandassociations,thereisonlyoneway—Adelemusthaveanewgoverness,sir.”

“Oh,Adelewillgotoschool—Ihavesettledthatalready;nordoImeantotormentyouwiththehideousassociationsandrecollectionsofThornfieldHall—thisaccursedplace—thistentofAchan—thisinsolentvault,offeringtheghastlinessoflivingdeathtothelightoftheopensky—thisnarrowstonehell,withitsonerealfiend,worsethanalegionofsuchasweimagine.Jane,youshallnotstayhere,norwillI.IwaswrongevertobringyoutoThornfieldHall,knowingasIdidhowitwashaunted.Ichargedthemtoconcealfromyou,beforeIeversawyou,allknowledgeofthecurseoftheplace;merelybecauseIfearedAdeleneverwouldhaveagovernesstostayifsheknewwithwhatinmateshewashoused,andmyplanswouldnot

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permitmetoremovethemaniacelsewhere—thoughIpossessanoldhouse,FerndeanManor,evenmoreretiredandhiddenthanthis,whereIcouldhavelodgedhersafelyenough,hadnotascrupleabouttheunhealthinessofthesituation,intheheartofawood,mademyconsciencerecoilfromthearrangement.Probablythosedampwallswouldsoonhaveeasedmeofhercharge:buttoeachvillainhisownvice;andmineisnotatendencytoindirectassassination,evenofwhatImosthate.

“Concealingthemad-woman’sneighbourhoodfromyou,however,wassomethinglikecoveringachildwithacloakandlayingitdownnearaupas-tree:thatdemon’svicinageispoisoned,andalwayswas.ButI’llshutupThornfieldHall:I’llnailupthefrontdoorandboardthelowerwindows:I’llgiveMrs.PooletwohundredayeartoliveherewithMYWIFE,asyoutermthatfearfulhag:Gracewilldomuchformoney,andsheshallhaveherson,thekeeperatGrimsbyRetreat,tobearhercompanyandbeathandtogiveheraidintheparoxysms,whenMYWIFEispromptedbyherfamiliartoburnpeopleintheirbedsatnight,tostabthem,tobitetheirfleshfromtheirbones,andsoon—

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“Sir,”Iinterruptedhim,“youareinexorableforthatunfortunatelady:youspeakofherwithhate—withvindictiveantipathy.Itiscruel—shecannothelpbeingmad.”

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“Jane,mylittledarling(soIwillcallyou,forsoyouare),youdon’tknowwhatyouaretalkingabout;youmisjudgemeagain:itisnotbecausesheismadIhate

her.Ifyouweremad,doyouthinkIshouldhateyou?”“Idoindeed,sir.”

“Thenyouaremistaken,andyouknownothingaboutme,andnothingaboutthesortofloveofwhichIamcapable.Everyatomofyourfleshisasdeartomeasmyown:inpainandsicknessitwouldstillbedear.Yourmindismytreasure,andifitwerebroken,itwouldbemytreasurestill:ifyouraved,myarmsshouldconfineyou,andnotastraitwaistcoat—yourgrasp,eveninfury,wouldhaveacharmforme:ifyouflewatmeaswildlyasthatwomandidthismorning,Ishouldreceiveyouinanembrace,atleastasfondasitwouldberestrictive.IshouldnotshrinkfromyouwithdisgustasIdidfromher:inyourquietmomentsyoushouldhavenowatcherandnonursebutme;andIcouldhangoveryouwithuntiringtenderness,thoughyougavemenosmileinreturn;andneverwearyofgazingintoyoureyes,thoughtheyhadnolongerarayofrecognitionforme.—ButwhydoIfollowthattrainofideas?IwastalkingofremovingyoufromThornfield.All,youknow,ispreparedforpromptdeparture:to-morrowyoushallgo.Ionlyaskyoutoendureonemorenightunderthisroof,Jane;andthen,farewelltoitsmiseriesandterrorsforever!Ihaveaplacetorepairto,whichwillbeasecuresanctuaryfromhatefulreminiscences,fromunwelcomeintrusion—evenfromfalsehoodandslander.”

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“AndtakeAdelewithyou,sir,”Iinterrupted;“shewillbeacompanionforyou.”

“Whatdoyoumean,Jane?ItoldyouIwouldsendAdeletoschool;andwhatdoIwantwithachildforacompanion,andnotmyownchild,—aFrenchdancer’sbastard?Whydoyouimportunemeabouther!Isay,whydoyouassignAdeletomeforacompanion?”

“Youspokeofaretirement,sir;andretirementandsolitudearedull:toodullforyou.”

“Solitude!solitude!”hereiteratedwithirritation.“IseeImustcometoanexplanation.Idon’tknowwhatsphynx-likeexpressionisforminginyourcountenance.Youaretosharemysolitude.Doyouunderstand?”

Ishookmyhead:itrequiredadegreeofcourage,excitedashewasbecoming,eventoriskthatmutesignofdissent.Hehadbeenwalkingfastabouttheroom,andhestopped,asifsuddenlyrootedtoonespot.Helookedatmelongandhard:Iturnedmyeyesfromhim,fixedthemonthefire,andtriedtoassumeandmaintainaquiet,collectedaspect.

“NowforthehitchinJane’scharacter,”hesaidatlast,speakingmorecalmlythanfromhislookIhadexpectedhimtospeak.“Thereelofsilkhasrunsmoothlyenoughsofar;butIalwaysknewtherewouldcomeaknotandapuzzle:hereitis.Nowforvexation,andexasperation,andendlesstrouble!ByGod!Ilong

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toexertafractionofSamson’sstrength,andbreaktheentanglementliketow!”

Herecommencedhiswalk,butsoonagainstopped,andthistimejustbeforeme.

“Jane!willyouhearreason?”(hestoopedandapproachedhislipstomyear);“because,ifyouwon’t,I’lltryviolence.”Hisvoicewashoarse;hislookthatofamanwhoisjustabouttoburstaninsufferablebondandplungeheadlongintowildlicense.Isawthatinanothermoment,andwithoneimpetusoffrenzymore,Ishouldbeabletodonothingwithhim.Thepresent—thepassingsecondoftime—wasallIhadinwhichtocontrolandrestrainhim—amovementofrepulsion,flight,fearwouldhavesealedmydoom,—andhis.ButIwasnotafraid:notintheleast.Ifeltaninwardpower;asenseofinfluence,whichsupportedme.Thecrisiswasperilous;butnotwithoutitscharm:suchastheIndian,perhaps,feelswhenheslipsovertherapidinhiscanoe.Itookholdofhisclenchedhand,loosenedthecontortedfingers,andsaidtohim,soothingly-

“Sitdown;I’lltalktoyouaslongasyoulike,andhearallyouhavetosay,whetherreasonableorunreasonable.”

Hesatdown:buthedidnotgetleavetospeakdirectly.Ihadbeenstrugglingwithtearsforsometime:Ihadtakengreatpainstorepressthem,becauseIknewhewouldnotliketoseemeweep.Now,however,Iconsidereditwelltoletthemflowasfreelyandaslong

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astheyliked.Ifthefloodannoyedhim,somuchthebetter.SoIgavewayandcriedheartily.

SoonIheardhimearnestlyentreatingmetobecomposed.IsaidIcouldnotwhilehewasinsuchapassion.

“ButIamnotangry,Jane:Ionlyloveyoutoowell;andyouhadsteeledyourlittlepalefacewithsucharesolute,frozenlook,Icouldnotendureit.Hush,now,andwipeyoureyes.”

Hissoftenedvoiceannouncedthathewassubdued;soI,inmyturn,becamecalm.Nowhemadeanefforttoresthisheadonmyshoulder,butIwouldnotpermitit.Thenhewoulddrawmetohim:no.

“Jane!Jane!”hesaid,insuchanaccentofbittersadnessitthrilledalongeverynerveIhad;“youdon’tloveme,then?Itwasonlymystation,andtherankofmywife,thatyouvalued?Nowthatyouthinkmedisqualifiedtobecomeyourhusband,yourecoilfrommytouchasifIweresometoadorape.”

Thesewordscutme:yetwhatcouldIdoorIsay?Ioughtprobablytohavedoneorsaidnothing;butIwassotorturedbyasenseofremorseatthushurtinghisfeelings,IcouldnotcontrolthewishtodropbalmwhereIhadwounded.

“IDOloveyou,”Isaid,“morethanever:butImustnotshoworindulgethefeeling:andthisisthelasttimeImustexpressit.”

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“Thelasttime,Jane!What!doyouthinkyoucanlivewithme,andseemedaily,andyet,ifyoustillloveme,bealwayscoldanddistant?”

“No,sir;thatIamcertainIcouldnot;andthereforeIseethereisbutoneway:butyouwillbefuriousifImentionit.”

“Oh,mentionit!IfIstorm,youhavetheartofweeping.”

“Mr.Rochester,Imustleaveyou.”

“Forhowlong,Jane?Forafewminutes,whileyousmoothyourhair—whichissomewhatdishevelled;andbatheyourface—whichlooksfeverish?”

“ImustleaveAdeleandThornfield.Imustpartwithyouformywholelife:Imustbeginanewexistenceamongstrangefacesandstrangescenes.”

“Ofcourse:Itoldyouyoushould.Ipassoverthemadnessaboutpartingfromme.Youmeanyoumustbecomeapartofme.Astothenewexistence,itisallright:youshallyetbemywife:Iamnotmarried.YoushallbeMrs.Rochester—bothvirtuallyandnominally.IshallkeeponlytoyousolongasyouandIlive.YoushallgotoaplaceIhaveinthesouthofFrance:awhitewashedvillaontheshoresoftheMediterranean.Thereyoushallliveahappy,andguarded,andmostinnocentlife.NeverfearthatIwishtolureyouintoerror—tomakeyoumymistress.Whydidyoushake

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yourhead?Jane,youmustbereasonable,orintruthIshallagainbecomefrantic.”

Hisvoiceandhandquivered:hislargenostrilsdilated;hiseyeblazed:stillIdaredtospeak.

“Sir,yourwifeisliving:thatisafactacknowledgedthismorningbyyourself.IfIlivedwithyouasyoudesire,Ishouldthenbeyourmistress:tosayotherwiseissophistical—isfalse.”

“Jane,Iamnotagentle-temperedman—youforgetthat:Iamnotlong-enduring;Iamnotcoolanddispassionate.Outofpitytomeandyourself,putyourfingeronmypulse,feelhowitthrobs,and—beware!”

Hebaredhiswrist,andofferedittome:thebloodwasforsakinghischeekandlips,theyweregrowinglivid;Iwasdistressedonallhands.Toagitatehimthusdeeply,byaresistancehesoabhorred,wascruel:toyieldwasoutofthequestion.Ididwhathumanbeingsdoinstinctivelywhentheyaredriventoutterextremity—lookedforaidtoonehigherthanman:thewords“Godhelpme!”burstinvoluntarilyfrommylips.

“Iamafool!”criedMr.Rochestersuddenly.“IkeeptellingherIamnotmarried,anddonotexplaintoherwhy.Iforgetsheknowsnothingofthecharacterofthatwoman,orofthecircumstancesattendingmyinfernalunionwithher.Oh,IamcertainJanewillagreewithmeinopinion,whensheknowsallthatIknow!Justputyourhandinmine,Janet—thatImayhavetheevidenceoftouchaswellassight,toproveyouarenear

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me—andIwillinafewwordsshowyoutherealstateofthecase.Canyoulistentome?”

“Yes,sir;forhoursifyouwill.”

“Iaskonlyminutes.Jane,didyoueverhearorknowthatIwasnottheeldestsonofmyhouse:thatIhad

onceabrotherolderthanI?”

“IrememberMrs.Fairfaxtoldmesoonce.”

“Anddidyoueverhearthatmyfatherwasanavaricious,graspingman?”

“Ihaveunderstoodsomethingtothateffect.”

“Well,Jane,beingso,itwashisresolutiontokeepthepropertytogether;hecouldnotbeartheideaofdividinghisestateandleavingmeafairportion:all,heresolved,shouldgotomybrother,Rowland.Yetaslittlecouldheendurethatasonofhisshouldbeapoorman.Imustbeprovidedforbyawealthymarriage.Hesoughtmeapartnerbetimes.Mr.Mason,aWestIndiaplanterandmerchant,washisoldacquaintance.Hewascertainhispossessionswererealandvast:hemadeinquiries.Mr.Mason,hefound,hadasonanddaughter;andhelearnedfromhimthathecouldandwouldgivethelatterafortuneofthirtythousandpounds:thatsufficed.WhenIleftcollege,IwassentouttoJamaica,toespouseabridealreadycourtedforme.Myfathersaidnothingabouthermoney;buthetoldmeMissMasonwastheboastofSpanishTownforherbeauty:andthiswasnolie.Ifoundherafine

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woman,inthestyleofBlancheIngram:tall,dark,andmajestic.HerfamilywishedtosecuremebecauseIwasofagoodrace;andsodidshe.Theyshowedhertomeinparties,splendidlydressed.Iseldomsawheralone,andhadverylittleprivateconversationwithher.Sheflatteredme,andlavishlydisplayedformypleasurehercharmsandaccomplishments.Allthemeninhercircleseemedtoadmireherandenvyme.Iwasdazzled,stimulated:mysenseswereexcited;andbeingignorant,raw,andinexperienced,IthoughtIlovedher.Thereisnofollysobesottedthattheidioticrivalriesofsociety,theprurience,therashness,theblindnessofyouth,willnothurryamantoitscommission.Herrelativesencouragedme;competitorspiquedme;shealluredme:amarriagewasachievedalmostbeforeIknewwhereIwas.Oh,IhavenorespectformyselfwhenIthinkofthatact!—anagonyofinwardcontemptmastersme.Ineverloved,Ineveresteemed,Ididnotevenknowher.Iwasnotsureoftheexistenceofonevirtueinhernature:Ihadmarkedneithermodesty,norbenevolence,norcandour,norrefinementinhermindormanners—and,Imarriedher:-gross,grovelling,mole-eyedblockheadthatIwas!WithlesssinImighthave—ButletmeremembertowhomIamspeaking.”

“Mybride’smotherIhadneverseen:Iunderstoodshewasdead.Thehoneymoonover,Ilearnedmymistake;shewasonlymad,andshutupinalunaticasylum.Therewasayoungerbrother,too—acompletedumbidiot.Theelderone,whomyouhaveseen(andwhomIcannothate,whilstIabhorallhiskindred,becausehe

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hassomegrainsofaffectioninhisfeeblemind,showninthecontinuedinteresthetakesinhiswretchedsister,andalsoinadog-likeattachmentheonceboreme),willprobablybeinthesamestateoneday.MyfatherandmybrotherRowlandknewallthis;buttheythoughtonlyofthethirtythousandpounds,andjoinedintheplotagainstme.”

“Thesewerevilediscoveries;butexceptforthetreacheryofconcealment,Ishouldhavemadethemnosubjectofreproachtomywife,evenwhenIfoundhernaturewhollyalientomine,hertastesobnoxioustome,hercastofmindcommon,low,narrow,andsingularlyincapableofbeingledtoanythinghigher,expandedtoanythinglarger—whenIfoundthatIcouldnotpassasingleevening,norevenasinglehourofthedaywithherincomfort;thatkindlyconversationcouldnotbesustainedbetweenus,becausewhatevertopicIstarted,immediatelyreceivedfromheraturnatoncecoarseandtrite,perverseandimbecile—whenIperceivedthatIshouldneverhaveaquietorsettledhousehold,becausenoservantwouldbearthecontinuedoutbreaksofherviolentandunreasonabletemper,orthevexationsofherabsurd,contradictory,exactingorders—eventhenIrestrainedmyself:Ieschewedupbraiding,Icurtailedremonstrance;Itriedtodevourmyrepentanceanddisgustinsecret;IrepressedthedeepantipathyIfelt.

“Jane,Iwillnottroubleyouwithabominabledetails:somestrongwordsshallexpresswhatIhavetosay.Ilivedwiththatwomanupstairsfouryears,andbefore

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thattimeshehadtriedmeindeed:hercharacterripenedanddevelopedwithfrightfulrapidity;hervices

sprangupfastandrank:theyweresostrong,onlycrueltycouldcheckthem,andIwouldnotusecruelty.Whatapigmyintellectshehad,andwhatgiantpropensities!Howfearfulwerethecursesthosepropensitiesentailedonme!BerthaMason,thetruedaughterofaninfamousmother,draggedmethroughallthehideousanddegradingagonieswhichmustattendamanboundtoawifeatonceintemperateandunchaste.“Mybrotherintheintervalwasdead,andattheendofthefouryearsmyfatherdiedtoo.Iwasrichenoughnow—yetpoortohideousindigence:anaturethemostgross,impure,depravedIeversaw,wasassociatedwithmine,andcalledbythelawandbysocietyapartofme.AndIcouldnotridmyselfofitbyanylegal

proceedings:forthedoctorsnowdiscoveredthatMYWIFEwasmad—herexcesseshadprematurelydevelopedthegermsofinsanity.Jane,youdon’tlikemynarrative;youlookalmostsick—shallIdefertheresttoanotherday?”“No,sir,finishitnow;Ipityyou—Idoearnestlypityyou.”“Pity,Jane,fromsomepeopleisanoxiousandinsultingsortoftribute,whichoneisjustifiedinhurlingbackintheteethofthosewhoofferit;butthatis