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Jane Eyre (English Edition) [Format Kindle]

Charlotte Brontë , F. H. (Frederick Henry) Townsend
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Chapter One

There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further outdoor exercise was now out of the question.

I was glad of it; I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons: dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight, with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse, and humbled by the consciousness of my physical inferiority to Eliza, John, and Georgiana Reed.

The said Eliza, John, and Georgiana were now clustered round their mamma in the drawing-room: she lay reclined on a sofa by the fireside, and with her darlings about her (for the time neither quarrelling nor crying) looked perfectly happy. Me, she had dispensed from joining the group, saying, "She regretted to be under the necessity of keeping me at a distance; but that until she heard from Bessie, and could discover by her own observation that I was endeavouring in good earnest to acquire a more sociable and childlike disposition, a more attractive and sprightly manner--something lighter, franker, more natural, as it were--she really must exclude me from privileges intended only for contented, happy little children."

"What does Bessie say I have done?" I asked.

"Jane, I don't like cavillers or questioners; besides, there is something truly forbidding in a child taking up her elders in that manner. Be seated somewhere; and until you can speak pleasantly, remain silent."

A small breakfast-room adjoined the drawing-room, I slipped in there. It contained a bookcase; I soon possessed myself of a volume, taking care that it should be one stored with pictures. I mounted into the window-seat: gathering up my feet, I sat crosslegged, like a Turk; and, having drawn the red moreen curtain nearly close, I was shrined in double retirement.

Folds of scarlet drapery shut in my view to the right hand; to the left were the clear panes of glass, protecting, but not separating me from the drear November day. At intervals, while turning over the leaves in my book, I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale blank of mist and cloud; near, a scene of wet lawn and storm-beat shrub, with ceaseless rain sweeping away wildly before a long and lamentable blast.

I returned to my book--Bewick's History of British Birds: the letterpress thereof I cared little for, generally speaking; and yet there were certain introductory pages that, child as I was, I could not pass quite as a blank. They were those which treat of the haunts of sea-fowl; of "the solitary rocks and promontories" by them only inhabited; of the coast of Norway, studded with isles from its southern extremity, the Lindeness, or Naze, to the North Cape--

Where the Northern Ocean, in vast whirls,

Boils round the naked, melancholy isles

Of farthest Thule; and the Atlantic surge

Pours in among the stormy Hebrides.

Nor could I pass unnoticed the suggestion of the bleak shores of Lapland, Siberia, Spitzbergen, Nova Zembla, Iceland, Greenland, with "the vast sweep of the Arctic Zone, and those forlorn regions of dreary space--that reservoir of frost and snow, where firm fields of ice, the accumulation of centuries of winters, glazed in Alpine heights above heights, surround the pole, and concentre the multiplied rigours of extreme cold." Of these death-white realms I formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through children's brains, but strangely impressive. The words in these introductory pages connected themselves with the succeeding vignettes, and gave significance to the rock standing up alone in a sea of billow and spray; to the broken boat stranded on a desolate coast; to the cold and ghastly moon glancing through bars of cloud at a wreck just sinking.

I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard, with its inscribed headstone; its gate, its two trees, its low horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly risen crescent, attesting the hour of eventide.

The two ships becalmed on a torpid sea, I believed to be marine phantoms.

The fiend pinning down the thief's pack behind him, I passed over quickly: it was an object of terror.

So was the black, horned thing seated aloof on a rock, surveying a distant crowd surrounding a gallows.

Each picture told a story; mysterious often to my undeveloped understanding and imperfect feelings, yet ever profoundly interesting: as interesting as the tales Bessie sometimes narrated on winter evenings, when she chanced to be in good humour; and when, having brought her ironing-table to the nursery-hearth, she allowed us to sit about it, and while she got up Mrs. Reed's lace frills, and crimped her nightcap borders, fed our eager attention with passages of love and adventure taken from old fairy tales and older ballads; or (as at a later period I discovered) from the pages of Pamela, and Henry, Earl of Moreland.

With Bewick on my knee, I was then happy: happy at least in my way. I feared nothing but interruption, and that came too soon. The breakfast-room door was opened.

"Boh! Madam Mope!" cried the voice of John Reed; then he paused: he found the room apparently empty.

"Where the dickens is she?" he continued. "Lizzy! Georgy! (calling to his sisters) Jane is not here: tell mamma she is run out into the rain--bad animal!"

"It is well I drew the curtain," thought I, and I wished fervently he might not discover my hiding-place: nor would John Reed have found it out himself; he was not quick either of vision or conception; but Eliza just put her head in at the door, and said at once: "She is in the window-seat, to be sure, Jack."

And I came out immediately, for I trembled at the idea of being dragged forth by the said Jack.

"What do you want?" I asked with awkward diffidence.

"Say, 'what do you want, Master Reed,' " was the answer. "I want you to come here"; and seating himself in an arm-chair, he intimated by a gesture that I was to approach and stand before him.

John Reed was a schoolboy of fourteen years old; four years older than I, for I was but ten; large and stout for his age, with a dingy and unwholesome skin; thick lineaments in a spacious visage, heavy limbs and large extremities. He gorged himself habitually at table, which made him bilious, and gave him a dim and bleared eye with flabby cheeks. He ought now to have been at school; but his mamma had taken him home for a month or two, "on account of his delicate health." Mr. Miles, the master, affirmed that he would do very well if he had fewer cakes and sweetmeats sent him from home; but the mother's heart turned from an opinion so harsh, and inclined rather to the more refined idea that John's sallowness was owing to over-application, and, perhaps, to pining after home.

John had not much affection for his mother and sisters, and an antipathy to me. He bullied and punished me; not two or three times in the week, nor once or twice in a day, but continually: every nerve I had feared him, and every morsel of flesh on my bones shrank when he came near. There were moments when I was bewildered by the terror he inspired, because I had no appeal whatever against either his menaces or his inflictions; the servants did not like to offend their young master by taking my part against him, and Mrs. Reed was blind and deaf on the subject: she never saw him strike or heard him abuse me, though he did both now and then in her very presence; more frequently, however, behind her back.

Habitually obedient to John, I came up to his chair: he spent some three minutes in thrusting out his tongue at me as far as he could without damaging the roots: I knew he would soon strike, and while dreading the blow, I mused on the disgusting and ugly appearance of him who would presently deal it. I wonder if he read that notion in my face; for, all at once, without speaking, he struck suddenly and strongly. I tottered, and on regaining my equilibrium retired back a step or two from his chair.

"That is for your impudence in answering mamma a while since," said he, "and for your sneaking way of getting behind curtains, and for the look you had in your eyes two minutes since, you rat!"

Accustomed to John Reed's abuse, I never had an idea of replying to it: my care was how to endure the blow which would certainly follow the insult.

"What were you doing behind the curtain?" he asked.

"I was reading."

"Show the book."

I returned to the window and fetched it thence.

"You have no business to take our books; you are a dependant, mamma says; you have no money; your father left you none; you ought to beg, and not to live here with gentlemen's children like us, and eat the same meals we do, and wear clothes at our mamma's expense. Now, I'll teach you to rummage my bookshelves: for they are mine; all the house belongs to me, or will do in a few years. Go and stand by the door, out of the way of the mirror and the windows."

I did so, not at first aware what was his intention; but when I saw him lift and poise the book and stand in act to hurl it, I instinctively started aside with a cry of alarm: not soon enough, however; the volume was flung, it hit me, and I fell, striking my head against the door and cutting it. The cut bled, the pain was sharp: my terror had passed its climax; other feelings succeeded.

"Wicked and cruel boy!" I said. "You are like a murderer--you are like a slave-driver--you are like the Roman emperors!"

I had read Goldsmith's History of Rome, and had formed my opinion of Nero, Caligula, &c. Also I had drawn parallels in silence, which I never thought thus to have declared aloud.

"What! what!" he cried. "Did she say that to me? Did you hear her, Eliza and Georgiana? Won't I tell mamma? but first--"

He ran headlong at me: I felt him grasp my hair and my shoulder: he had closed with a desperate thing. I really saw in him a tyrant: a murderer. I felt a drop or two of blood from my head trickle down my neck, and was sensible of somewhat pungent suffering: these sensations for the time predominated over fear, and I received him in frantic sort. I don't very well know what I did with my hands, but he called me "Rat! rat!" and bellowed out aloud. Aid was near him: Eliza and Georgiana had run for Mrs. Reed, who was gone upstairs; she now came upon the scene, followed by Bessie and her maid Abbot. We were parted: I heard the words--

"Dear! dear! What a fury to fly at Master John!"

"Did ever anybody see such a picture of passion!"

Then Mrs. Reed subjoined: "Take her away to the red-room, and lock her in there." Four hands were immediately laid upon me, and I was borne upstairs.

Chapter Two

I resisted all the way: a new thing for me, and a circumstance which greatly strengthened the bad opinion Bessie and Miss Abbot were disposed to entertain of me. The fact is, I was a trifle beside myself; or rather out of myself, as the French would say. I was conscious that a moment's mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties, and, like any other rebel slave, I felt resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths.

"Hold her arms, Miss Abbot: she's like a mad cat."

"For shame, for shame!" cried the lady's-maid. "What shocking conduct, Miss Eyre, to strike a young gentleman, your benefactress's son! Your young master."

"Master! How is he my master? Am I a servant?"

"No; you are less than a servant, for you do nothing for your keep. There, sit down, and think over your wickedness."

They had got me by this time into the apartment indicated by Mrs. Reed, and had thrust me upon a stool: my impulse was to rise from it like a spring; their two pair of hands arrested me instantly.

"If you don't sit still, you must be tied down," said Bessie. "Miss Abbot, lend me your garters; she would break mine directly."

Miss Abbot turned to divest a stout leg of the necessary ligature. This preparation for bonds, and the additional ignominy it inferred, took a little of the excitement out of me.

"Don't take them off," I cried; "I will not stir."

In guarantee whereof, I attached myself to my seat by my hands.

"Mind you don't," said Bessie; and when she had ascertained that I was really subsiding, she loosened her hold of me; then she and Miss Abbot stood with folded arms, looking darkly and doubtfully on my face, as incredulous of my sanity.

"She never did so before," at last said Bessie, turning to the Abigail.

"But it was always in her," was the reply. "I've told missis often my opinion about the child, and missis agreed with me. She's an underhand little thing: I never saw a girl of her age with so much cover."

Bessie answered not; but ere long, addressing me, she said:

"You ought to be aware, miss, that you are under obligations to Mrs. Reed: she keeps you: if she were to turn you off you would have to go to the poorhouse."

I had nothing to say to these words: they were not new to me: my very first recollections of existence included hints of the same kind. This reproach of my dependence had become a vague singsong in my ear; very painful and crushing, but only half intelligible. Miss Abbot joined in:

"And you ought not to think yourself on an equality with the Misses Reed and Master Reed, because missis kindly allows you to be brought up with them. They will have a great deal of money and you will have none: it is your place to be humble, and to try to make yourself agreeable to them."

"What we tell you is for your good," added Bessie, in no harsh voice: "you should try to be useful and pleasant, then, perhaps, you would have a home here; but if you become passionate and rude, missis will send you away, I am sure."

"Besides," said Miss Abbot, "God will punish her: He might strike her dead in the midst of her tantrums, and then where would she go? Come, Bessie, we will leave her: I wouldn't have her heart for anything. Say your prayers, Miss Eyre, when you are by yourself; for if you don't repent, something bad might be permitted to come down the chimney and fetch you away."

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3 internautes sur 3 ont trouvé ce commentaire utile 
Jane Eyre est orpheline. Jusqu'à l'âge de 10 ans elle est hébergée (plus qu'élevée) par une tante. Elle et ses enfants maltraite Jane qui est finalement envoyée dans un pensionnat pour orphelins miteux. Jane y étudie pendant 6 ans puis y reste 2 ans comme enseignante. Quand les gens qu'elle aimait quittent l'école Jane décide de partir aussi. Elle trouve une place comme gouvernante d'une jeune fille française, pupille d'un certain M. Rochester. Comme il se doit ils tombent amoureux et décident de se marier.

Ce qui étonne dans Jane Eyre c'est qu'on n'a pas l'histoire de jeunes filles belles et intelligentes qui ont quelques menus problèmes et épousent finalement des jeunes gens beaux, intelligents et riches qui y mettent fin. D'abord dans "Jane Eyre" tout le monde est moche. Les top models (comme Mlle Ingram) ont des rôles très secondaires et sont malmenés par l'auteur. Jane est petite et frêle et elle n'est pas particulièrement jolie. Rochester est, selon Jane elle-même, laid. Ensuite quand on a des problèmes c'est pour de vrai. Jane est orpheline, malaimée par sa tante, envoyée dans un pensionnat sordide et se retrouve à mendier pour tenter de survivre. Le sort envoie épouses superfétatoires et poutres enflammées pour achever d'abattre les protagonistes. Mais, telle Job, Jane ne perd pas courage.

Les aspects gothiques du livre sont souvent inutiles et ridiculement grandioses. On aurait pu se passer de ce mélange des genres. Les personnages sont souvent bavards et ont le don de la répétition.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Inoubliable 6 août 2014
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Orpheline, physiquement ingrate mais très sensible et intelligente, la petite Jane Eyre passe son enfance dans un couvent où elle est très malheureuse, persécutée par les "bonnes sœurs"... Elle y verra même périr sa meilleure amie de la tuberculose.

Dès qu'elle le pourra, elle s'en enfuira et se fera engager comme gouvernante de la petite Adèle, fille chérie de Mr Rochester qui vit dans une somptueuse demeure, où se dissimule un terrible secret.

Cette romance victorienne très mystérieuse et totalement romanesque a été adaptée moult fois au cinéma notamment avec Charlotte Gainsbourg dans le rôle de Jane en 1996 dans une très belle réalisation de Franco Zefirelli.

L'histoire d'amour éternelle de la pauvresse et du riche prince charmant, trouve ici un écho particulier, du fait que l'un et l'autre sont (ou seront pour Mr Rochester), disgraciés par la nature mais que l'Amour véritable magnifiera leur union.

Assurément une des plus belles histoires d'amour de tous les temps.

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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Un roman d'une grande force 10 février 2009
Ce qui frappe d'abord c'est l'ambition de l'oeuvre : une narration magistrale pour raconter les nombreuses péripéties d'une vie, et un personnage d'une force personnelle très impressionnante. Un vrai roman féministe finalement, parce que celui d'une jeune femme forte, indépendante et intègre confrontée aux vicissitudes de la vie et aux faiblesses de ceux qui l'entourent. Une vraie inspiration.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Magnifique 15 mai 2012
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Exploration de la psychologie d'une jeune femme élevée dans une tradition austère marquée par le devoir et la restriction lorsqu'elle tombe amoureuse de son maître, Edward Rochester. Le conflit intérieur entre ses penchants et son sens du devoir est prenant... Sa fidélité à ses principes admirable et sa recherche constante d'indépendance est très émouvante. Le personnage est très attachant. Livre assez abordable en anglais.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Le plus beau roman d'amour. 22 mars 2010
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Le roman de Charlotte Brontë m'a accompagnée toute ma vie. Et la vieille caramelle que je suis (71 ans !!!) est toujours autant sous le charme de Mr. Rochester !!! Le grand âge n'a rien guéri. . . En allemand, en français et maintenant je suis heureuse d'avoir une version anglaise si bien documentée. Un enchantement ! Merci.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Un grand classique, à lire ou relire 31 décembre 2010
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Plus que connu, l'ouvrage de C. Brontë reste l'archétype du roman anglais romantique, avec tout le poids des traditions victoriennes, et un "sens du devoir", chez l'héroïne, qui confine à la sainteté.
L'ouvrage est pourtant dépourvu de mièvrerie, le style de l'auteure est élégant et raffiné, sans affectation, et l'histoire, même si elle comporte quelques invraisemblances, demeure attachante et n'a pas pris de rides. De plus, la lecture de ce livre reste tout à fait abordable aux anglophones "moyens", ce qui ne gâte rien.
L'ouvrage, sous certains aspects, peut être comparé aux romans de Hardy (Tess Of The d'Urbervilles, par exemple), mais Jane Eyre reste maîtresse de son destin et de sa vie, alors que Tess ne réussira pas à infléchir les siens.
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