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简爱(英文版)-第章

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“What a long way! I 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 horses and its top laden with passengers: the guard and coachman loudly urged haste; my trunk was hoisted up; I was taken from Bessie’s neck; to which I clung with kisses。
“Be sure and take good care of her;” cried she to the guard; as he lifted me into the inside。
“Ay; ay!” was the answer: the door was slapped to; a voice exclaimed “All right;” and on we drove。 Thus was I severed from Bessie and Gateshead; thus whirled away to unknown; and; as I then deemed; remote and mysterious regions。
I remember but little of the journey; I only know that the day seemed to me of a preternatural length; and that we appeared to travel over hundreds of miles of road。 We passed through several towns; and in one; a very large one; the coach stopped; the horses were taken out; and the passengers alighted to dine。 I was carried into an inn; where the guard wanted me to have some dinner; but; as I had no appetite; he left me in an immense room with a fireplace at each end; a chandelier pendent from the ceiling; and a little red gallery high up against the wall filled with musical instruments。 Here I walked about for a long time; feeling very strange; and mortally apprehensive of some one ing in and kidnapping me; for I believed in kidnappers; their exploits having frequently figured in Bessie’s fireside chronicles。 At last the guard returned; once more I was stowed away in the coach; my protector mounted his own seat; sounded his hollow horn; and away we rattled over the “stony street” of L…。
The afternoon came on wet and somewhat misty: as it waned into dusk; I began to feel that we were getting very far indeed from Gateshead: we ceased to pass through towns; the country changed; great grey hills heaved up round the horizon: as twilight deepened; we descended a valley; dark with wood; and long after night had overclouded the prospect; I heard a wild wind rushing amongst trees。
Lulled by the sound; I at last dropped asleep; I had not long slumbered when the sudden cessation of motion awoke me; the coach… door was open; and a person like a servant was standing at it: I saw her face and dress by the light of the lamps。
“Is there a little girl called Jane Eyre here?” she asked。 I answered “Yes;” and was then lifted out; my trunk was handed down; and the coach instantly drove away。
I was stiff with long sitting; and bewildered with the noise and motion of the coach: Gathering my faculties; I looked about me。 Rain; wind; and darkness filled the air; nevertheless; I dimly discerned a wall before me and a door open in it; through this door I passed with my new guide: she shut and locked it behind her。 There was now visible a house or houses—for the building spread far—with many windows; and lights burning in some; we went up a broad pebbly path; splashing wet; and were admitted at a door; then the servant led me through a passage into a room with a fire; where she left me alone。
I stood and warmed my numbed fingers over the blaze; then I looked round; there was no candle; but the uncertain light from the hearth showed; by intervals; papered walls; carpet; curtains; shining mahogany furniture: it was a parlour; not so spacious or splendid as the drawing…room at Gateshead; but fortable enough。 I was puzzling to make out the subject of a picture on the wall; when the door opened; and an individual carrying a light entered; another followed close behind。
The first was a tall lady with dark hair; dark eyes; and a pale and large forehead; her figure was partly enveloped in a shawl; her countenance was grave; her bearing erect。
“The child is very young to be sent alone;” said she; putting her candle down on the table。 She considered me attentively for a minute or two; then further added—
“She had better be put to bed soon; she looks tired: are you tired?” she asked; placing her hand on my shoulder。
“A little; ma’am。”
“And hungry too; no doubt: let her have some supper before she goes to bed; Miss Miller。 Is this the first time you have left your parents to e to school; my little girl?”
I explained to her that I had no parents。 She inquired how long they had been dead: then how old I was; what was my name; whether I could read; write; and sew a little: then she touched my cheek gently with her forefinger; and saying; “She hoped I should be a good child;” dismissed me along with Miss Miller。
The lady I had left might be about twenty…nine; the one who went with me appeared some years younger: the first impressed me by her voice; look; and air。 Miss Miller was more ordinary; ruddy in plexion; though of a careworn countenance; hurried in gait and action; like one who had always a multiplicity of tasks on hand: she looked; indeed; what I afterwards found she really was; an under…teacher。 Led by her; I passed from partment to partment; from passage to passage; of a large and irregular building; till; emerging from the total and somewhat dreary silence pervading that portion of the house we had traversed; we came upon the hum of many voices; and presently entered a wide; long room; with great deal tables; two at each end; on each of which burnt a pair of candles; and seated all round on benches; a congregation of girls of every age; from nine or ten to twenty。 Seen by the dim light of the dips; their number to me appeared countless; though not in reality exceeding eighty; they were uniformly dressed in brown stuff frocks of quaint fashion; and long holland pinafores。 It was the hour of study; they were engaged in conning over their to… morrow’s task; and the hum I had heard was the bined result of their whispered repetitions。
Miss Miller signed to me to sit on a bench near the door; then walking up to the top of the long room she cried out—
“Monitors; collect the lesson…books and put them away! Four tall girls arose from different tables; and going round; gathered the books and removed them。 Miss Miller again gave the word of mand—
“Monitors; fetch the supper…trays!”
The tall girls went out and returned presently; each bearing a tray; with portions of something; I knew not what
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