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<P><FONT color=#ee1111><STRONG>JANE EYRE 简爱英文原版下载</STRONG></FONT><BR><a href="ftp://[email protected]/janeeyre.rar" target="_blank" >点此下载</A><FONT color=#f70909>（支持11人高速下载）<BR></FONT>  THERE was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been </P>
<P>wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; </P>
<P>but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) </P>
<P>the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a </P>
<P>rain so penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was now out of </P>
<P>the question. </P>
<P>   I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly </P>
<P>afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, </P>
<P>with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings </P>
<P>of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my </P>
<P>physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed. </P>
<P>   The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round </P>
<P>their mama in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the </P>
<P>fireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither </P>
<P>quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she had </P>
<P>dispensed from joining the group; saying, 'She regretted to be under </P>
<P>the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she heard </P>
<P>from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation, that I was </P>
<P>endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and </P>
<P>childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly manner- </P>
<P>something lighter, franker, more natural, as it were- she really </P>
<P>must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented, happy, </P>
<P>little children.' </P>
<P>   'What does Bessie say I have done?' I asked. </P>
<P>   'Jane, I don't like cavillers or questioners; besides, there is </P>
<P>something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that </P>
<P>manner. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, </P>
<P>remain silent.' </P>
<P>   A small breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, I slipped in </P>
<P>there. It contained a bookcase: I soon possessed myself of a volume, </P>
<P>taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into </P>
<P>the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat cross-legged, like a </P>
<P>Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was </P>
<P>shrined in double retirement. </P>
<P>   Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to </P>
<P>the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating </P>
<P>me from the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the </P>
<P>leaves of my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. </P>
<P>Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near a scene of wet </P>
<P>lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly </P>
<P>before a long and lamentable blast. </P>
<P>   I returned to my book- Bewick's History of British Birds: the </P>
<P>letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet </P>
<P>there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could </P>
<P>not pass quite as a blank. They were those which treat of the haunts </P>
<P>of sea-fowl; of 'the solitary rocks and promontories' by them only </P>
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