The Missing Chapter of Bronte's Jane Eyre

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The Missing Chapter of Bronte's Jane Eyre

A dusk sky always appeared grey in January; snow would daub the world

below and leave their cold clouds stained across the heavens like

discarded scraps of paper. Any sunlight that did manage to filter

through, earlier in the day, was a cruel cold illusion of the usual

brightness that illuminated the day. The weather, however, was never

of any great interest to me. My days and nights alike were confined to

the nursery and never would I venture into the corridor let alone the

gardens. It was on rare occasion that I had been invited down before,

and after my outbursts to aunt Reed my seldom had become never.

Even my company was limited these days. The children had been

forbidden to grace me with their presence, so Bessie soon became my

lone companion. All food was brought to me, and I was forced to find

some way to occupy my time. I would try to sneak downstairs, where I

could retrieve a book to read, or persuade Bessie to do so for me, but

that was not always possible. I would help her clean the nursery of my

own accord, just to try to fend off the boredom that threatened to

ensnare me.

I was glad for parts of my imprisonment were benefits; the distance

from my cousins was a blessing I felt strongly. The relief at being

away from them, John especially, was resonant; and if ever I was

temped to journey into other parts of the house, the simple thought

that I might contact one of them was enough to make me stay put.

And this way I would have gladly stayed, had not Bessie feared for me

living in such a manner. I did not know the exact cause of her anxiety

but somehow she had got into her...

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...one, intending to leave me to my cold grave, and

so that may have been had not Bessie's short search for me led her to

the melted puddles upon the breakfast room floor.

She flung open the door and pulled me in with a single arm. She

carried me up to the Nursery, changed my clothes and put me straight

to bed. She was fussing the whole time but I heard none of it; I just

remember weeping as the feeling came back to my limbs and brought with

it insurmountable pain, weeping of the shock at what had just

happened. Bessie fetched me a clay hot water bottle from the kitchens

and soon I was sleeping. I spent a great deal of time asleep over the

next few days and all of them confined to my bed. Bessie scolded me

dearly for venturing outside and if she believed me when I told her

John was the cause then she said nothing to me.

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