簡(jiǎn)愛(ài)
And so I began to travel back to Thornfield Hall.While I was at GAteshead, Mrs. FAirfax had written to me. She told me that all the ladies and gentlemen had left, and that Mr. Rochester had gone to London to prepare for his wedding to Blanche Ingram. It was clear to me that he would be getting married very soon. After a long day of traveling, I decided to get out of the carriage at a little town near Thornfield and walk the rest of the way. It was a warm June evening, and I was glad to be out in the fresh air, on my way home. Of course, I had to tell myself that Thornfield was not really my home. The person I most wanted to see loved another, and soon I must leave. And then, suddenly, I saw him. He was sitting near the gate ahead of me, writing in a notebook. He looked up and saw me. "Hello!" he cried, smiling. I was trembling at the sight of him, and I knew if I tried to speak I would cry, or say something ridiculous. So I only nodded my head and smiled. "So it's Jane Eyre!" he continued. "It's just like you to walk outside in the fresh air, instead of riding in a carriage! Tell me everything that you have been doing." "You know that I've been visiting my aunt, sir, who has just died." "Jane, I think you must be a dream! You've been gone for a whole month! I was sure you had forgotten about me."