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(Přepsáno pomocí TurboScribe.ai. Upgradovat na Neomezený pro odstranění této zprávy.) See this girl, she's yet young.

Who would believe that the evil one has

already found a servant and an agent in

her?

Yet such, I grieve to say it is

the case.

Children, it is my melancholy duty to warn

you to be on your guard against her.

Shun her example, avoid her company.

Teachers, watch her.

Weigh well her words.

Scrutinize her actions, because, because, my tongue falters

as I tell it.

This girl is a liar.

There was I then, mounted aloft, I who

had said I could not bear the shame

of public reproof.

This I learned from her benefactress, a pious

and charitable lady who adopted her in her

orphan state and reared her as her own

with her own.

And how did this girl repay her kindness?

With an ingratitude so dreadful that at last

her patroness was forced to separate her from

her own young ones, lest her vicious example

contaminate their purity.

She is here to be healed by correction.

Let her stand on that stool half an

hour longer and let no one speak to

her for the remainder of the day.

Nothing sustained me, left to myself.

I abandoned myself.

I'd meant to be so good and to

do so much at Lowood, to earn respect,

to win affection.

Jane, come drink something.

I could not yet abate my agitation, though

I tried hard.

Helen remained as silent as an Indian.

I was the first who spoke.

Helen, why do you stay with a girl?

Everybody believes is a liar.

Everybody, Jane?

Why, only this small school in the whole

great world has heard you called so.

I don't care about the world.

When the people here despise me...

You're mistaken, they don't.

Probably not one person in the school despises

or dislikes you.

Many, I'm sure, pity you.

How can they, after what Mr. Brocklehurst said?

Mr. Brocklehurst is not a god, Jane.

He's not even a great and admired man.

He's little liked here.

He never took steps to make himself liked.

Had he treated you as a favorite, you'd

have found enemies.

Now come, drink your coffee while it's still

warm.

Besides, if all the world hated you and

believed you wicked when you were innocent, you'd

not be without friends.

But I would be.

Nobody would love me.

I'd rather die than not be loved.

Hush, Jane.

You think too much of the love of

human beings.

Besides this earth and besides the race of

men, there is an invisible world and a

kingdom of spirits.

That world is round us.

It's everywhere.

And those spirits, which are angels, watch us,

guard us.

They recognize our innocence if innocent we be.

And God waits only the separation of spirit

from flesh to crown us with a full

reward.

Why then should we ever sink, overwhelmed with

distress, when life is so soon past and

death so certain an entrance to happiness, to

glory?

Is it all over?

I came on purpose to find you, Jane.

I want you to come to my room.

And as Helen Burns is with you, she

may come too.

Have you cried your grief away?

I'm afraid I shall never do that.

Why?

Because I've been wrongly accused.

And you, ma, and everybody else will now

think me wicked.

We shall think you what you prove yourself

to be, my child.

Continue to act as a good girl and

you will satisfy me.

Shall I?

I want you to tell me about the

lady who sent you here.

So Mr Brocklehurst was mistaken when he implied

Mrs Reed had adopted you of her own

accord.

My uncle Mater promised to keep me just

before he died.

Or so the servants told me.

Well, Jane, I shall write to this Mr

Lloyd, your apothecary, and if his reply agrees

with your statements here tonight, you shall be

publicly cleared from every imputation.

To me, Jane, you are clear now.

As I'm sure you are with Helen.

So now you have two people who believe

you.

Well, Helen, have you coughed much today?

Not quite so much, I think, ma'am.

And the pain in your chest?

It is a little better.

I, in my ignorance, was puzzled by her

concern for Helen's cough.

Have you enjoyed the book I lent you,

Helen?

Restless, ma'am.

It has impressed me.

Dr Johnson's stoicism is sombre but very grand.

Jane did not like the look of it

because it had no pictures.

Jane is yet young.

I then recalled a line or two from

a poem of his.

Yes?

Must helpless man in innocence sedate Rule darkling

down the torrent of his fate?

I hope Dr Johnson denied that idea, does

he?

Oh, yes, yes.

He says, Inquirers cease, petitions yet remain Which

heaven may hear nor deem religion vain Still

raise for good the supplicating voice But leave

to heaven the measure and the choice.

And so we shall.

Bless you, my children.

And inquiry having been made into the allegations

against Jane Eyre, she is completely cleared from

every imputation.

Jane, I am very glad.

And I am glad too, Jane.

Come along.

Monitors for the books and form classes.

Thus relieved of a grievous burden, I set

to work afresh.

I toiled hard.

My memory improved with practice.

Exercise sharpened my wits.

I learned the first two tenses of the

Verbet and sketched my first cottage, whose walls,

by the way, outrivaled in slope those of

the leaning tower of Pisa.

And soon I would not have exchanged Lowood

with all its privations for Gateshead and its

daily luxuries.

Can I help?

Oh, no, not Julia Severn as well.

Help her, Miss Gadget.

They all seem half-starved.

The prime cause of the infection, probably.

No doubt about it.

Doctor!

Come along now.

We'll get you in bed.

It's only too clear.

The wretched food, the fetid water in which

it's prepared, the threadbare clothing of the pupils.

These are the causes, sir, and you the

provider of them.

Miss Gadget!

Miss Temple!

It's absolutely scandalous.

Indeed it is.

Will you tell him?

Yes, I will.

We shall recommend that a committee is formed

to manage this school, Mr Brocklehurst.

A committee of persons with more enlarged and

sympathising minds than yours, sir.

We wish you a good day.

Good day, sir.

Why are you coming?

It's late.

And I thought, they are mistaken.

She's not going to die.

She could not speak so calmly if she

were.

Have you come to bid me goodbye?

Are you going somewhere, Helen?

Are you going home?

Yes, to my last home.

No.

No, you mustn't!

The other girls are recovering now.

But I have consumption, not typhus fever, Jane.

Jane?

Jane, your feet are bare.

Come, lie down and cover yourself with my

coat.

I'm very happy, Jane.

And when you hear I'm dead, you must

be sure and not grieve.

By dying young, I shall escape great sufferings.

I had not qualities or talents to make

my way very well in the world.

But where are you going to?

Do you know?

I believe.

I have faith.

I'm going to God.

Where is God?

What is God?

My maker and yours.

I rely implicitly on His power and confide

wholly in His goodness.

How comfortable I am.

I feel I could sleep.

But don't leave me, Jane.

I'd like to have you near me.

I'll stay.

I'll stay.

I learned later that Miss Temple, on returning

at dawn, had found me, my face against

Helen Byrne's shoulder, my arms around her neck.

I was asleep.

And Helen was dead.

Hitherto I have recorded in detail the events

of my insignificant existence.

This is not to be a regular autobiography.

I am only bound to invoke memory where

I know her responses will possess interest.

Therefore I now pass over a space of

eight years almost in silence, six years as

a pupil, two as a teacher at Lowood.

I desired liberty.

And for liberty I uttered a prayer.

It seemed scattered on the wind.

I abandoned it and framed a humbler supplication.

For change.

That petition, too, seemed swept off into vague

space.

And I cried, half desperate, grant me at

least a new servitude.

Shall I have the pleasure of seeing Miss

Fairfax this evening?

Miss Fairfax?

Oh, you mean Miss Varon.

Varon is the name of your future pupil.

She's Mr. Rochester's ward.

Mr. Rochester?

But who is he?

The owner of the hall.

Did you not know he was called Rochester?

I thought the hall belonged to you, Mrs.

Fairfax, since you answered my advertisement.

To me?

Why, bless you, child, what an idea.

I'm just the housekeeper.

Though, to be sure, I am distantly related

to the Rochesters on the mother's side.

Thank you, John.

This is your room, Miss Eyre.

I hope you'll be comfortable.

You must be tired after travelling all day.

Yes, I am a little.

Good evening, Grace.

Evening, ma'am.

Good night, Miss Eyre.

Oh, good night.

My prayer for a new servitude had been

granted, and I was grateful.

By the expedient of placing an advertisement in

the county newspaper, I had secured a competency

as a governess.

My pupil was to be one little girl

of nine years, and my salary, thirty pounds

per annum.

The place was called Thornfield, in Yorkshire.

I considered myself independent, at last.

The family has always been respected here.

Almost all the land in this neighbourhood, as

far as you can see, has belonged to

the Rochesters, time out of mind.

Leaving his land out of the question.

Do you like him?

Is Mr. Rochester liked for himself, in short?

What is his character?

Unimpeachable, I suppose.

He is rather peculiar, perhaps.

In what way?

I don't know.

One cannot be sure if he is in

jest or in earnest, but it's of no

consequence.

He is a gentleman.

Ah, here is your charge, Miss Eyre.

Mr. Rochester commissioned me to find her a

governess.

Adele was born on the continent.

When she first came here, she could speak

no English.

Good morning, Miss Adele.

This is the lady who is to teach

you.

Eyre...

Oh, I cannot say it.

Adele, you must be very good with Miss

Eyre.

It is Mr. Rochester's wish that you obey

her in everything.

Is Mr. Rochester often at home?

He travels a great deal.

His visits here are rare.

Always sudden, unexpected.

I had volunteered to carry a letter for

Mrs. Fairfax to the village, but it lingered

by the gate till the moon rose.

Now, as I heard a horse approach, I

remembered certain childish tales of a North of

England spirit called a Guy Trash, which, in

the form of a horse or a large

dog, hunted solitary ways.

But the horse had a rider.

Nothing ever rode the Guy Trash.

It was a man who lived in the

village The spell was broken at once.

What the deuce is to do now?

You great brute, how the devil did you...

Get away, pilot!

Dear heaven.

Can I do anything, sir?

You can stand to one side.

If you're hurt, I can fetch help.

Who the deuce provided you?

Who the

deuce?