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nd it is narrow…minded in their more privileged fellow…creatures to say that they ought to confine themselves to making puddings and knitting stockings； to playing on the piano and embroidering bags。 It is thoughtless to condemn them； or laugh at them； if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex。
When thus alone； I not unfrequently heard Grace Poole’s laugh： the same peal； the same low； slow ha！ ha！ which； when first heard； had thrilled me： I heard； too； her eccentric murmurs； stranger than her laugh。 There were days when she was quite silent； but there were others when I could not account for the sounds she made。 Sometimes I saw her： she would e out of her room with a basin； or a plate； or a tray in her hand； go down to the kitchen and shortly return； generally （oh； romantic reader； forgive me for telling the plain truth！） bearing a pot of porter。 Her appearance always acted as a damper to the curiosity raised by her oral oddities： hard…featured and staid； she had no point to which interest could attach。 I made some attempts to draw her into conversation； but she seemed a person of few words： a monosyllabic reply usually cut short every effort of that sort。
The other members of the household； viz。； John and his wife； Leah the housemaid； and Sophie the French nurse； were decent people； but in no respect remarkable； with Sophie I used to talk French； and sometimes I asked her questions about her native country； but she was not of a descriptive or narrative turn； and generally gave such vapid and confused answers as were calculated rather to check than encourage inquiry。
October； November； December passed away。 One afternoon in January； Mrs。 Fairfax had begged a holiday for Adèle； because she had a cold； and； as Adèle seconded the request with an ardour that reminded me how precious occasional holidays had been to me in my own childhood； I accorded it； deeming that I did well in showing pliability on the point。 It was a fine； calm day； though very cold； I was tired of sitting still in the library through a whole long morning： Mrs。 Fairfax had just written a letter which was waiting to be posted； so I put on my bon and cloak and volunteered to carry it to Hay； the distance； two miles； would be a pleasant winter afternoon walk。 Having seen Adèle fortably seated in her little chair by Mrs。 Fairfax’s parlour fireside； and given her her best wax doll （which I usually kept enveloped in silver paper in a drawer） to play with； and a story…book for change of amusement； and having replied to her “Revenez bient？t； ma bonne amie； ma chère Mdlle。 Jeante；” with a kiss I set out。
The ground was hard； the air was still； my road was lonely； I walked fast till I got warm； and then I walked slowly to enjoy and analyse the species of pleasure brooding for me in the hour and situation。 It was three o’clock； the church bell tolled as I passed under the belfry： the charm of the hour lay in its approaching dimness； in the low…gliding and pale…beaming sun。 I was a mile from Thornfield； in a lane noted for wild roses in summer； for nuts and blackberries in autumn； and even now possessing a few coral treasures in hips and haws； but whose best winter delight lay in its utter solitude and leafless repose。 If a breath of air stirred； it made no sound here； for there was not a holly； not an evergreen to rustle； and the stripped hawthorn and hazel bushes were as still as the white； worn stones which causewayed the middle of the path。 Far and wide； on each side； there were only fields； where no cattle now browsed； and the little brown birds； which stirred occasionally in the hedge； looked like single russet leaves that had forgotten to drop。
This lane inclined up…hill all the way to Hay； having reached the middle； I sat down on a stile which led thence into a field。 Gathering my mantle about me； and sheltering my hands in my muff； I did not feel the cold； though it froze keenly； as was attested by a sheet of ice covering the causeway； where a little brooklet； now congealed； had overflowed after a rapid thaw some days since。 From my seat I could look down on Thornfield： the grey and battlemented hall was the principal object in the vale below me； its woods and dark rookery rose against the west。 I lingered till the sun went down amongst the trees； and sank crimson and clear behind them。 I then turned eastward。
On the hill…top above me sat the rising moon； pale yet as a cloud； but brightening momentarily； she looked over Hay； which； half lost in trees； sent up a blue smoke from its few chimneys： it was yet a mile distant； but in the absolute hush I could hear plainly its thin murmurs of life。 My ear； too； felt the flow of currents； in what dales and depths I could not tell： but there were many hills beyond Hay； and doubtless many becks threading their passes。 That evening calm betrayed alike the tinkle of the nearest streams； the sough of the most remote。
A rude noise broke on these fine ripplings and whisperings； at once so far away and so clear： a positive tramp； tramp； a metallic clatter； which effaced the soft wave…wanderings； as； in a picture； the solid mass of a crag； or the rough boles of a great oak； drawn in dark and strong on the foreground； efface the aerial distance of azure hill； sunny horizon； and blended clouds where tint melts into tint。
The din was on the causeway： a horse was ing； the windings of the lane yet hid it； but it approached。 I was just leaving the stile； yet； as the path was narrow； I sat still to let it go by。 In those days I was young； and all sorts of fancies bright and dark tenanted my mind： the memories of nursery stories were there amongst other rubbish； and when they recurred； maturing youth added to them a vigour and vividness beyond what childhood could give。 As this horse approached； and as I watched for it to appear through the dusk； I remembered certain of Bessie’s tales； wherein figured a North…of…England spirit called a “Gytrash；” which； in the form of horse； mule； or large dog； haunted solitary ways； and sometimes came upon belated travellers； as this horse was now ing upon me。
It was very near； but not yet in sight； when； in addition to the tramp； tramp；