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"You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I

need not ask you; because you never felt love You have both

sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to

be given which shall waken it You think all existence lapses in as

quiet a flow as that in which your youth has hitherto slid away

Floating on with closed eyes andnot far off in the bed of the flood, nor hear the

breakers boil at their base But I tell you--and you y pass in the channel, where

the whole of life's stream will be broken up into whirl and tumult,

foa points,

or lifted up and borne on by some master-wave into a calmer current-

-as I am now

"I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the sternness and

stillness of the world under this frost I like Thornfield, its

antiquity, its retirerey facade, and lines of dark s reflecting thathave I abhorred the very thought of it, shunned it

like a great plague-house? How I do still abhor -"

He ground his teeth and was silent: he arrested his step and struck