Part 3 (1/2)
Why did they send rey rocks are piled?
Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only Watch o'er the steps of a poor orphan child
Yet distant and soft the night breeze is blowing, Clouds there are none, and clear stars bea, Comfort and hope to the poor orphan child
Ev'n should I fall o'er the broken bridge passing, Or stray in the uiled, Still will , Take to His bosoht that for strength should avail h both of shelter and kindred despoiled; Heaven is a home, and a rest will not fail me; God is a friend to the poor orphan child”
”Come, Miss Jane, don't cry,” said Bessie as she finished She ht as well have said to the fire, ”don't burn!” but how could she divine theto which I was a prey? In the course of the ain
”What, already up!” said he, as he entered the nursery ”Well, nurse, how is she?”
Bessie answered that I was doing very well
”Then she ought to look more cheerful Come here, Miss Jane: your name is Jane, is it not?”
”Yes, sir, Jane Eyre”
”Well, you have been crying, Miss Jane Eyre; can you tell me what about?
Have you any pain?”
”No, sir”
”Oh! I daresay she is crying because she could not go out with Missis in the carriage,” interposed Bessie
”Surely not! why, she is too old for such pettishness”
I thought so too; and e, I answered prooing out in the carriage I cry because I aood apothecary appeared a little puzzled I was standing before him; he fixed his eyes on ht, but I dare say I should think the face Having considered me at leisure, he said--
”What made you ill yesterday?”
”She had a fall,” said Bessie, again putting in her word
”Fall! why, that is like a baby again! Can't she ht or nine years old”
”I was knocked doas the blunt explanation, jerked out ofof mortified pride; ”but that did not make me ill,” I added; while Mr Lloyd helped hi the box to his waistcoat pocket, a loud bell rang for the servants' dinner; he knehat it was ”That's for you, nurse,” said he; ”you can go down; I'll give Miss Jane a lecture till you come back”
Bessie would rather have stayed, but she was obliged to go, because punctuality at idly enforced at Gateshead Hall
”The fall did not make you ill; what did, then?” pursued Mr Lloyd when Bessie was gone
”I was shut up in a roohost till after dark”
I saw Mr Lloyd smile and frown at the same time