心痛的感觉

THE daylight came. I rose at dawn. I busied myself for an hour or
two with arranging my things in my chamber, drawers, and wardrobe,

in the order wherein I should wish to leave them during a brief

absence. Meantime, I hear...

THE manor-house of Ferndean was a building of considerable
antiquity, moderate size, and no architectural pretensions, deep

buried in a wood. I had heard of it before. Mr. Rochester often

spoke of it, and sometimes went th...

READER, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson
and clerk, were alone present. When we got back from church, I went

into the kitchen of the manor-house, where Mary was cooking the dinner

and John cleani...

READER, I married him. A quiet wedding we had: he and I, the parson
and clerk, were alone present. When we got back from church, I went

into the kitchen of the manor-house, where Mary was cooking the dinner

and John cleani...

TWO days are passed. It is a summer evening; the coachman has set
me down at a place called Whitcross; he could take me no farther for

the sum I had given, and I was not possessed of another shilling in

the world. The coac...