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Jane Eyre, who had been an ardent, expectant woman--almost a bride,was a cold, solitary girl again: her life was pale; her prospectswere desolate. A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a whiteDecember storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples,drifts crushed the blowing roses; on hayfield and cornfield lay afrozen shroud: lanes which last night blushed full of flowers, to-day were pathless with untrodden snow; and the woods, which twelvehours since waved leafy and flagrant as groves between the tropics,now spread, waste, wild, and white as pine-forests in wintry Norway.My hopes were all dead--struck with a subtle doom, such as, in onenight, fell on all the first-born in the land of Egypt. I looked onmy cherished wishes, yesterday so blooming and glowing; they laystark, chill, livid corpses that could never revive. I looked at mylove: that feeling which was my master's--which he had created; itshivered in my heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle;sickness and anguish had seized it; it could not seek Mr.Rochester's arms--it could not derive warmth from his breast. Oh,never more could it turn to him; for faith was blighted--confidencedestroyed! Mr. Rochester was not to me what he had been; for he wasnot what I had thought him. I would not ascribe vice to him; Iwould not say he had betrayed me; but the attribute of stainlesstruth was gone from his idea, and from his presence I must go: THATI perceived well. When--how--whither, I could not yet discern; buthe himself, I doubted not, would hurry me from Thornfield. Realaffection, it seemed, he could not have for me; it had been onlyfitful passion: that was balked; he would want me no more. Ishould fear even to cross his path now: my view must be hateful tohim. Oh, how blind had been my eyes! How weak my conduct
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A Christmas frost had come at midsummer; a white December storm had whirled over June; ice glazed the ripe apples, drifts crushed the blowing roses.
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