"[...] "But why, Jane-why?" cried Mr. Rochester incredulously. "Violent fancies, child!" "Why, sir, it was, I say, not the sea I heard, but a trickling tide one icy tap might stay, if it found but entry there." "You talk wildly, Jane-wildly, wildly; the air's afloat with listeners; so it seems, so it seems. Had I but one clear lamp in this dark face!" We sat down in the candle-lit twilight to supper. It was to me like the supper of a child, taken at peace in the clear beams, ere he descend into the shadow of sleep. They sat, try as I would not to observe them, hand touching hand throughout the meal. But to me it was[...]."
- Paperback | 92 pages
- 152.4 x 228.6 x 4.32mm | 163.29g
- 10 Mar 2015
- United States
- black & white illustrations