s unchanged and unchangeable。 I knew by her stony eye—opaque to tenderness； indissoluble to tears—that she was resolved to consider me bad to the last； because to believe me good would give her no generous pleasure： only a sense of mortification。
I felt pain； and then I felt ire； and then I felt a determination to subdue her—to be her mistress in spite both of her nature and her will。 My tears had risen； just as in childhood： I ordered them back to their source。 I brought a chair to the bed…head： I sat down and leaned over the pillow。
“You sent for me；” I said； “and I am here； and it is my intention to stay till I see how you get on。”
“Oh； of course！ You have seen my daughters？”
“Yes。”
“Well； you may tell them I wish you to stay till I can talk some things over with you I have on my mind： to…night it is too late； and I have a difficulty in recalling them。 But there was something I wished to say—let me see—”
The wandering look and changed utterance told what wreck had taken place in her once vigorous frame。 Turning restlessly； she drew the bedclothes round her； my elbow； resting on a corner of the quilt； fixed it down： she was at once irritated。
“Sit up！” said she； “don’t annoy me with holding the clothes fast。 Are you Jane Eyre？”
“I am Jane Eyre。”
“I have had more trouble with that child than any one would believe。 Such a burden to be left on my hands—and so much annoyance as she caused me； daily and hourly； with her inprehensible disposition； and her sudden starts of temper； and her continual； unnatural watchings of one’s movements！ I declare she talked to me once like something mad； or like a fiend—no child ever spoke or looked as she did； I was glad to get her away from the house。 What did they do with he