I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed this sleepless night: I wanted to hear his voice again, yet feared to meet his eye. During the early part of the morning, I mome

There she sat, staid and taciturn-looking, as usual, in her brown stuff gown, her check apron, white handkerchief, and cap. She was intent on her work, in which her whole thoughts seemed absorbed: on

She took a new needleful of thread, waxed it carefully, threaded her needle with a steady hand, and then observed, with perfect composure - "It is hardly likely master would laugh, I should think, Mis