What they were I cannot tell..
JANE: The spirits that Helen said watch over us- seemed to grow stronger all around me.
or the future
GRACE: or the present...
when, turning a corner of the leafy lane
CLAIRE: the misty hills lowering around me
Thornfield Hall
JORDAN: the trees from which the house derived it's name.
I know not if the day was fair or foul...
Ellie exits
The rooks wheeling round the steeple.... the ruddy morning sky beyond
The gray old house of God rising up before us.
and I begged for bread
GRACE: destitute and hungry, I begged for shelter
Faint with hunger and desolate of heart, I lay down to die in the gathering dusk. gentle audience... may you never feel what I then felt.
JORDAN: After four long days, my strength quite failed me.
For never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.
CLAIRE: May you never appeal to heaven in prayers so hopeless as in that hour left my lips.