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Jane Eyre: An Autobiography

Jane Eyre: An Autobiography

Brontë, Charlotte

EN · Level 3 · rule

"Jane Eyre: An Autobiography" by Charlotte Brontë is a novel published in 1847. It follows the life of Jane Eyre from her oppressed childhood through her education and into adulthood, where she becomes governess at Thornfield Hall and falls in love with the mysterious Mr. Rochester. Told through intimate first-person narrative, this groundbreaking bildungsroman explores moral and spiritual development while addressing class, religion, sexuality, and feminism. The story unfolds across five distinct stages, each shaping Jane's journey toward independence and belonging.

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There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been

I resisted all the way: a new thing for me, and a circumstance which

The next thing I remember is, waking up with a feeling as if I had had

From my discourse with Mr. Lloyd, and from the above reported

Five o'clock had hardly struck on the morning of the 19th of January,

The next day commenced as before, getting up and dressing by rushlight;

My first quarter at Lowood seemed an age; and not the golden age

Ere the half-hour ended, five o'clock struck; school was dismissed, and

But the privations, or rather the hardships, of Lowood lessened. Spring

Hitherto I have recorded in detail the events of my insignificant

A new chapter in a novel is something like a new scene in a play; and

The promise of a smooth career, which my first calm introduction to

Mr. Rochester, it seems, by the surgeon's orders, went to bed early

For several subsequent days I saw little of Mr. Rochester. In the

Mr. Rochester did, on a future occasion, explain it. It was one

I both wished and feared to see Mr. Rochester on the day which followed

A week passed, and no news arrived of Mr. Rochester: ten days, and

Merry days were these at Thornfield Hall; and busy days too: how

The library looked tranquil enough as I entered it, and the Sibyl—if

I had forgotten to draw my curtain, which I usually did, and also to

Presentiments are strange things! and so are sympathies; and so are

Mr. Rochester had given me but one week's leave of absence: yet a month

A splendid Midsummer shone over England: skies so pure, suns so radiant

As I rose and dressed, I thought over what had happened, and wondered

The month of courtship had wasted: its very last hours were being

Sophie came at seven to dress me: she was very long indeed in

Some time in the afternoon I raised my head, and looking round and

Two days are passed. It is a summer evening; the coachman has set me

The recollection of about three days and nights succeeding this is very

The more I knew of the inmates of Moor House, the better I liked them.

My home, then, when I at last find a home,—is a cottage; a little room

I continued the labours of the village-school as actively and

When Mr. St. John went, it was beginning to snow; the whirling storm

It was near Christmas by the time all was settled: the season of

He did not leave for Cambridge the next day, as he had said he would.

The daylight came. I rose at dawn. I busied myself for an hour or two

The manor-house of Ferndean was a building of considerable antiquity,