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(Přepsáno pomocí TurboScribe.ai. Upgradovat na Neomezený pro odstranění této zprávy.) so good so noble I cannot be insensitive

to his virtues.

he would urge you to impossibilities and you

would force yourself to perform them.

I'm astonished you even found courage to refuse

his hand.

you do not love him Jane.

not as a husband and yet if forced

to be his wife I can imagine the

possibility of conceiving an inevitable strange torturing kind

of love for him.

but he would not want me to love

him.

in that case your lot would become unspeakably

wretched.

he has told me I'm formed for labor

not for love.

if true it follows I'm not formed for

marriage.

your brother is good and great Diana but

he forgets pitilessly the feelings and claims of

those less exalted than himself.

he that overcometh shall inherit all things and

I will be his God and he shall

be my son.

but the fearful the unbelieving shall have their

part in the lake which burneth with fire

and brimstone which is the second death.

henceforth I knew what fate St. John feared

for me.

had not mr.

Brocklehurst when I was 10 feared the same.

I wish you a pleasant journey to Cambridge.

I shall return in a fortnight Jane.

that space is yet left to you.

may God give you the strength to choose

the path of rightful duty to do all

things to the glory of God.

he spoke earnestly mildly.

oh I was tempted to cease struggling to

rush down the torrent of his will into

the gulf of his existence and there lose

my own.

could you decide now?

I were but certain.

were I convinced it is God's will I

should marry you.

I could vow to do so here now

come afterwards what would?

my prayers are heard.

Jane you long to do what is right.

do it.

you can.

you must.

oh God show me the path.

Jane.

Jane.

I'm coming.

wait for me.

where are you?

where?

I will come.

I will.

that voice was not superstition but the work

of nature.

she was roused and did no miracle but

her best.

Jane.

do not question me cousin.

I too have a master to serve.

once more on the road to Thornfield I

felt like a messenger pigeon returning home.

I recall that voice I heard.

that inward sensation I'd experienced.

when said it come it seemed in me

not in the external world.

was it a mere nervous impression?

a delusion?

if it were then I should find my

master either gone or still at Thornfield Hall.

and who besides him?

his lunatic wife?

oh God I'll have lost my labor.

return to the inn.

ask information there.

no I must see the hall.

delusion.

too late mr.

Rochester.

is he dead?

I meant the present gentleman mr.

Edward's father.

the present mr.

Edward Rochester is alive.

well in a way speaking.

what way?

you being a stranger you won't have heard.

that all's quite a ruin.

burned to the ground last autumn at dead

of night.

I witnessed the fire myself.

mass of flames.

was it his?

how did the fire originate?

it was guests ma'am.

oh yes.

it was a lady a lunatic kept at

the hall.

they guessed it was she.

but a queer thing happened about a year

ago.

there was a governess at the hall and

mr.

Rochester fell in love with this governess.

but the fire...

I'm coming to that.

see mr.

Rochester fell in love with this governess.

he set store on her above everything.

though number Tim thought her handsome.

small plain little thing not more than 20

and mr.

Rochester rising 40.

but the fire.

was it suspected the lunatic?

oh yes ma'am quite certain.

you see she was mr.

Rochester's wife.

they all thought him a bachelor.

it all come out when he attempted to

marry this governess.

please I must know what you mean when

you say mr.

Rochester's alive.

in a way of speaking.

was he hurt in the fire?

was he...

stone blinded ma'am.

blinded?

aye and his left arm were maimed.

he tried to rescue the mad woman.

climbed up into the attics when all was

burning.

but she eluded him.

went up onto the battlements.

saw her standing there against the flames.

he begged her to come down.

he called to her.

but she gave a spring and the next

moment she lay smashed on the paving below.

dead?

as dead as the stones on which her

brains and blood were scattered.

it was frightful.

oh god.

see it was mr.

Rochester's courage.

is he now abroad?

oh no ma'am no.

he's at Fern Dean manor house some 30

mile away.

desolate spot.

quite broken down I say he is.

his form was of the same strong and

stalwart contour.

a year's face could not quell or blight

its vigorous prime.

yet he looked desperate brooding in his blind

ferocity.

where was his daring stride now?

let me alone!

Lear?

sir.

how are you Lear?

is it really you miss?

yes.

and how are you John?

nicely thank you miss.

they searched far and wide for you miss

after a fire.

you heard about the fire at Thornfield?

yes the landlord of the George at milk

had informed me.

and of mr.

Rochester's accident?

yes.

oh John could you go down to the

turnpike house?

I left my trunk there.

of course miss.

could you arrange for me to stay the

night Lear?

I've traveled far.

I think so miss.

excuse me.

when you go in tell mr.

Rochester a person wishes to speak to him

but do not give my name.

I don't think he'll see you miss.

he refuses anybody.

his kindness blinded him.

so I believe.

and kindness my kindness would give him eyes

again.

you're to send in your name and your

business miss.

is that what he rang for Lear?

yes miss he always has candles although he

is blind.

give me the tray.

what is it?

Lear?

is it you?

Lear's in the kitchen.

who is it?

what is it?

who speaks?

pilot knows me.

and John and Lear.

only came this evening.

what delusion has come over me.

what is it?

what sweet madness.

neither sir.

where is the speaker?

or is it only a voice?

oh god I cannot see.

but I must feel or my heart will

stop and my brain burst.

whoever whatever you are be perceptible to touch

or I cannot live.

yes sir.

her very fingers.

must be more of her.

is it Jane?

this is her shape and size.

and this her voice.

she is all here.

her heart too.

Jane Eyre.

Jane Eyre.

yes I've come back to you.

I found you out.

in truth?

in the flesh?

my living Jane?

you touch me you hold me sir.

I'm not cold like a corpse nor vacant

like air am I?

my living darling.

no I cannot be so blessed.

it's a dream such as I've had when

I've kissed her.

as that I always awoke and found her

gone.

gentle soft dream.

you will fly too.

but kiss me before you go Jane.

yes sir.

it is you.

you're not dead in some ditch under some

stream nor a pining outcast amongst strangers.

no sir.

I'm an independent woman now.

what do you mean?

my uncle in Madeira left me five thousand

pounds.

ah this is practical.

this is real.

I should never dream that.

besides there's that peculiar voice of hers.

so animating and picant it cheers my withered

heart.

and you're an independent woman.

a rich woman.

I am my own mistress.

I can choose to stay with you if

I wish.

do you?

blind lameter like me.

if you do not object oh I will

be your neighbor your nurse your housekeeper had

I too rashly overleaped conventionalities I'd made the

proposal from the idea that he wished and

would ask me to be his wife.

perhaps I played the fool unwittingly.

no don't leave me.

I've touched you and heard you.

I cannot give up these joys.

I will stay.

I have said so.

to be my nurse you're young.

you must marry someday.

I do not care about being married.

you should care Janet.

if I were as I once was I'd

try and make you care but a sightless

block.

I took fresh courage seeing now where the

difficulty lay.

it's time someone undertook to rehumanize you.

you look like Nebuchadnezzar in the fields.

your hair remind me of eagles feathers.

your nails have grown like birds claws I've

not yet noticed.

on this arm I have neither hand nor

nails.

a mere stump.

it is a pity to see it.

pity to see your eyes and the scar

on your forehead.

the worst of it is one is in

danger of making too much of you and

loving you too well for all that.

I must leave you and make a fire.

light the candles.

can you tell when there's a good fire?

yes I see a glow a red haze.

and the candles?

very dimly.

each a luminous cloud.

can you see me?

no my elf.

I'm only thankful to hear you and touch

you.

when do you take supper?

I never take supper.

you shall tonight.

I'm hungry.

so are you I dare say only you

forget.

who the deuce have you been with Jane?

with good people sir.

far better than you.

hmm they've not diminished your impudence.

who were they?

you shall not get it out of me

tonight.

you must wait till tomorrow.

to leave my tail half told will be

a sort of security that I shall appear

at your breakfast table to finish it.

and I shall bring you not a glass

of water but an egg at least to

say nothing of fried ham.

you changeling.

fairy born and human bred.

now I shall leave you.

I've been traveling and I'm tired.

Jane one word more.

were there any ladies in the house where

you've been?

good night sir.

this Parson Rivers is your cousin?

yes.

do you like him?

he's a very good man.

a good man?

by that do you mean a respectable well

-conducted man of 50?

60?

St. John is but 29 sir.

but his brain rather soft.

you shrug your shoulders to hear him talk.

he talks little.

never to the point.

he's thoroughly educated.

but priggish.

parsonical.

sort of a raw curate.

half strangled by his white neck cloth.

he dresses well.

he's a handsome man.

tall with fair hair.

blue eyes and a Grecian profile.

damn him.

perhaps you rather not sit so close to

me miss Eyre.

why not mr.

Rochester?

the picture you've just drawn is suggestive of

a rather too overwhelming contrast.

your words have delineated very prettily a graceful

Apollo.

your eyes dwell on a Vulcan.

a real blacksmith.

blind and maimed into the bargain.

I had not thought of it before but

you are rather like Vulcan sir.

hmm after you'd returned to reside with your

newly discovered cousins did Rivers spend much time

there?

oh yes.

the back parlor was both his study and

ours.

what did you study?

German and a little Hindustani.

Hindustani?

what use could that language be to you?

you wish me to go with him to

India sir?

ah the root of the matter.

he wanted you to marry him.

he asked me to marry him.

then you must go to the husband you've

chosen this St. John Rivers.

but he is not my husband nor ever

will be.

oh he's good and great but severe as

an iceberg.

must I leave you sir to go to

him?

I only wanted to tease you a little

to make you less sad.

but my scarred vision my crippled strength they

are honorable scars sir.

your sacrifice is legendary.

none but speaks well of you.

possibly and the result is I'm no better

than the old lightning struck chestnut tree at

Thornfield.

what right would that ruin have to bid

a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?

you are no ruin sir.

old Thornfield maybe.

I have seen it.

but you are not.

friends will ever lean towards you.

but I want...

a wife Jane.

do you sir?

yes.

is it news to you?

well of course you said nothing of it

before.

is it unwelcome news?

that depends on your choice.

which you shall make for me.

I will abide by your decision.

choose then sir.

her who loves you best.

I will choose her I love best.

Jane will you marry me?

yes sir.

a cripple 20 years older than yourself whom

you'll have to lead about by the hand?

yes sir.

truly Jane?

most truly.

my darling.

God bless you and reward you.

to be your wife is for me to

be as happy as I can be on

earth.

because you delight in sacrifice.

what do I sacrifice?

famine for food expectation for content.

Jane suits me.

do I suit her?

to the finest fiber of my nature sir.

I married him.

I hold myself supremely blessed because I am

my husband's life as fully as he is

mine.

mr.

Rochester continued blind the first two years of

our union but gradually the obscurity clouding his

left eye cleared.

the sky is no longer a blank to

him.

the earth no longer a void.

God has tempered judgment with mercy.