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disembodied souls. I was still listening in thought to her
well-remembered tones- still picturing her pale and spiritual
aspect, her wasted face and sublime gaze, as she lay on her placid
deathbed, and whispered her longing to be restored to her divine
Father's bosom- when a feeble voice murmured from the couch behind:
'Who is that?'
I knew Mrs. Reed had not spoken for days: was she reviving? I
went up to her.
'It is I, Aunt Reed.'
'Who- I?' was her answer. 'Who are you?' looking at me with
surprise and a sort of alarm, but still not wildly. 'You are quite a
stranger to me- where is Bessie?'
'She is at the lodge, aunt.'
'Aunt,' she repeated. 'Who calls me aunt? You are not one of the
Gibsons; and yet I know you- that face, and the eyes and forehead, are
quite familiar to me: you are like- why, you are like Jane Eyre!'
I said nothing: I was afraid of occasioning some shock by declaring
my identity.
'Yet,' said she, 'I am afraid it is a mistake: my thoughts
deceive me. I wished to see Jane Eyre, and I fancy a likeness where
none exists: besides, in eight years she must be so changed.' I now
gently assured her that I was the person she supposed and desired me
to be: and seeing that I was understood, and that her senses were
quite collected, I explained how Bessie had sent her husband to
fetch me from Thornfield.
'I am very ill, I know,' she said ere long. 'I was trying to turn
myself a few minutes since, and find I cannot move a limb. It is as
well I should ease my mind before I die: what we think little of in
health, burdens us at such an hour as the present is to me. Is the
nurse here? or is there no one in the room but you?'
I assured her we were alone.
'Well, I have twice done you a wrong which I regret now. One was in
breaking the promise which I gave my husband to bring you up as my own
child; the other-' she stopped. 'After all, it is of no great
importance, perhaps,' she murmured to herself: 'and then I may get
better; and to humble myself so to her is painful.'
She made an effort to alter her position, but failed: her face
changed; she seemed to experience some inward sensation- the
precursor, perhaps, of the last pang.
'Well, I must get it over. Eternity is before me: I had better tell
her.- Go to my dressing-case, open it, and take out a letter you
will see there.'
I obeyed her directions. 'Read the letter,' she said.
It was short, and thus conceived:-
'MADAM,- Will you have the goodness to send me the address of my
niece, Jane Eyre, and to tell me how she is? It is my intention to
write shortly and desire her to come to me at Madeira. Providence
has blessed my endeavours to secure a competency; and as I am
unmarried and childless, I wish to adopt her during my life, and
bequeath her at my death whatever I may have to leave.- I am, Madam,
etc., etc.,
'JOHN EYRE, Madeira.'