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《简·爱(英文版)》章节:第347页,宠文网网友提供全文无弹窗免费在线阅读。!
'Which are none, sir, to me. I love you better now, when I can
really be useful to you, than I did in your state of proud
independence, when you disdained every part but that of the giver
and protector.'
'Hitherto I have hated to be helped- to be led: henceforth, I
feel I shall hate it no more. I did not like to put my hand into a
hireling's, but it is pleasant to feel it circled by Jane's little
fingers. I preferred utter loneliness to the constant attendance of
servants; but Jane's soft ministry will be a perpetual joy. Jane suits
me: do I suit her?'
'To the finest fibre of my nature, sir.'
'The case being so, we have nothing in the world to wait for: we
must be married instantly.'
He looked and spoke with eagerness: his old impetuosity was rising.
'We must become one flesh without any delay, Jane: there is but the
licence to get- then we marry.'
'Mr. Rochester, I have just discovered the sun is far declined from
its meridian, and Pilot is actually gone home to his dinner. Let me
look at your watch.'
'Fasten it into your girdle, Janet, and keep it henceforward: I
have no use for it.'
'It is nearly four o'clock in the afternoon, sir. Don't you feel
hungry?'
'The third day from this must be our wedding-day, Jane. Never
mind fine clothes and jewels, now: all that is not worth a fillip.'
'The sun has dried up all the rain-drops, sir. The breeze is still:
it is quite hot.'
'Do you know, Jane, I have your little pearl necklace at this
moment fastened round my bronze scrag under my cravat? I have worn
it since the day I lost my only treasure, as a memento of her.'
'We will go home through the wood: that will be the shadiest way.'
He pursued his own thoughts without heeding me.
'Jane! you think me, I daresay, an irreligious dog: but my heart
swells with gratitude to the beneficent God of this earth just now. He
sees not as man sees, but far clearer: judges not as man judges, but
far more wisely. I did wrong: I would have sullied my innocent flower-
breathed guilt on its purity: the Omnipotent snatched it from me. I,
in my stiff-necked rebellion, almost cursed the dispensation:
instead of bending to the decree, I defied it. Divine justice
pursued its course; disasters came thick on me: I was forced to pass
through the valley of the shadow of death. His chastisements are
mighty; and one smote me which has humbled me for ever. You know I was
proud of my strength: but what is it now, when I must give it over
to foreign guidance, as a child does its weakness? Of late, Jane-
only- only of late- I began to see and acknowledge the hand of God
in my doom. I began to experience remorse, repentance; the wish for
reconcilement to my Maker. I began sometimes to pray: very brief
prayers they were, but very sincere.
'Some days since: nay, I can number them- four; it was last
Monday night, a singular mood came over me: one in which grief