Quotation from: Jane Eyre

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


A puerile tear dimmed my eye while I looked -- a tear of disappointment
and impatience; ashamed of it, I wiped it away. I lingered; the
moon shut herself wholly within her chamber, and drew close her
curtain of dense cloud: the night grew dark; rain came driving
fast on the gale.


"I wish he would come! I wish he would come!" I exclaimed, seized
with hypochondriac foreboding. I had expected his arrival before
tea; now it was dark: what could keep him? Had an accident happened?
The event of last night again recurred to me. I interpreted it
as a warning of disaster. I feared my hopes were too bright to be
realised; and I had enjoyed so much bliss lately that I imagined
my fortune had passed its meridian, and must now decline.

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