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“I stood amidst a space of enclosed ground, from which the wood swept away in a semicircle. here were no lowers, no garden-beds; only a broad gravel- walk girdling a grass-plat, and this set in the heavy frame of the forest. he house presented two pointed gables in its front; the windows were latticed and narrow: the front door was narrow too, one step led up to it. he whole looked, as the host of the Rochester Arms had said, ‘quite a desolate spot’” (497).

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The breeze was from the west: it came over the hills, sweet with scents of heath and rush; the sky was of stainless blue; the stream descending the ravine, swelled with past spring rains, poured along plentiful and clear, catching golden gleams from the sun, and sapphire tints from the firmament. As we advanced and left the track, we trod a soft turf, mossy fine and emerald green, minutely enamelled with a tiny white flower, and spangled with a star-like yellow blossom: the hills, meantime, shut us quite in; for the glen, towards its head, wound to their very core.

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DALL·E 2025-02-12 22.50.25 - A breathtaking landscape with a gentle breeze flowing from the west over rolling terrain with subtle hills covered in heath and rush. The sky is a fla

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“Two young, graceful women - ladies in every point - sat, one in a low rocking-chair, the other on a lower stool; both wore deep mourning of crape and bombazeen, which sombre garb singularly set off very fair necks and faces: a large old pointer dog rested its massive head on the knee of one girl - in the lap of the other was cushioned a black cat.

A strange place was this humble kitchen for such occupants!

Who were they? They could not be the daughters of the elderly person at the table; for she looked like a rustic, and they were all delicacy and cultivation. I had nowhere seen such faces as theirs: and yet, as I gazed on them, I seemed intimate with every lineament. I cannot call them handsome - they were too pale and grave for the word; as they each bent over a book, they looked thoughtful almost to severity. A stand between them supported a second candle and two great volumes, to which they frequently referred, comparing them, seemingly, with the smaller books they held in their hands, like people consulting a dictionary to aid them in the task of translation.“

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DALL·E 2025-02-03 01.00.52 - A disheveled woman with a pale, slightly bloated face and unkempt dark hair falling over her shoulders. Her expression is intense and troubled, with w

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"He was young - perhaps from twenty-eight to thirty - tall, slender; his face riveted the eye; it was like a Greek face, very pure in outline: quite a straight, classic nose; quite an Athenian mouth and chin." "His eyes were large and blue, with brown lashes; his high forehead, colourless as ivory, was partiallly streaked over by careless locks of fair hair." (396).

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"He lifted the hangings from the wall, uncovering the second door: this, too, he opened. In a room without a window, there burnt a fire guarded by a high and strong fender, and a lamp suspended from the ceiling by a chain. Grace Poole bent over the fire, apparently cooking something in a saucepan. In the deep shade, at the farther end of the room, a figure ran backwards and forwards. What it was, whether beast or human being, one could not, at first sight, tell: it grovelled, seemingly, on all fours; it snatched and growled like some strange wild animal: but it was covered with clothing, and a quantity of dark, grizzled hair, wild as a mane, hid its head and face."

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“The library looked tranquil enough as I entered it, and the Sibyl—if Sibyl she were—was seated snugly enough in an easy-chair at the chimney-corner. She had on a red cloak and a black bonnet: or rather, a broad-brimmed gipsy hat, tied down with a striped handkerchief under her chin. An extinguished candle stood on the table; she was bending over the fire, and seemed reading in a little black book, like a prayer-book”

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‘Tall, fine bust, sloping shoulders; long, graceful neck: olive complexion, dark and clear; noble features; eyes rather like Mr. Rochester’s: large and black, and as brilliant as her jewels. And then she had such a fine head of hair; raven-black and so becomingly arranged: a crown of thick plaits behind, and in front the longest, the glossiest curls I ever saw. She was dressed in pure white; an amber-coloured scarf was passed over her shoulder and across her breast, tied at the side, and descending in long, fringed ends below her knee. She wore an amber-coloured flower, too, in her hair: it contrasted well with the jetty mass of her curls.”

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“His figure was enveloped in a riding cloak, fur collared and steel clasped; its details were not apparent, but I traced the general points of middle height, and considerable breadth of chest. He had a dark face, with stern features and a heavy brow; his eyes and gathered eyebrows looked ireful and thwarted just now; he was past youth, but had not reached middle age; perhaps he might be thirty-five. 1 felt no fear of him, and but little shyness.”(134)

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“A snug small room; a round table by a cheerful fire; an arm-chair high-backed and old-fashioned, wherein sat the neatest imaginable little elderly lady, in widow’s cap, black silk gown, and snowy muslin apron”

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“She was quite a child-perhaps seven or eight years old-slightly built, with a pale, small-featured face, and a redundancy of hair falling in curls to her waist” (119) and she had “large hazel eyes” (120).

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"April advanced to May - a bright serene May it was; days of blue sky, placid sunshine, and soft western or southern gales filled up its duration. And now vegetation matured with vigour; Lowood shook loose its tresses; it became all green, all flowery; its great elm, ash, and oak skeletons were restored to majestic life; woodland plants sprang up profusely in its recesses; unnumbered varieties of moss filled its hollows, and it made a strange ground-sunshine out of the wealth of its wild primrose plants: I have seen their pale gold gleam in overshadowed spots like scatterings of the sweetest lustre." (91)

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DALL·E 2025-01-15 08.59.57 - A realistic depiction of Lowood School grounds in spring, inspired by the description from Jane Eyre. The scene includes a modest, rustic school build

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The  third  showed  the  pinnacle  of  an  iceberg  piercing  a  polar winter  sky:  a  muster  of  northern  lights  reared  their  dim  lances, close  serried,  along  the  horizon.  Throwing  these  into  distance, rose, in the foreground, a head,—a colossal head, inclined towards the  iceberg,  and  resting  against  it.  Two  thin  hands,  joined  under the forehead, and supporting it, drew up before the lower features a  sable  veil;  a  brow  quite  bloodless,  white  as  bone,  and  an  eye hollow  and  fixed,  blank  of  meaning  but  for  the  glassiness  of despair,  alone  were  visible.  Above  the  temples,  amidst  wreathed turban  folds  of  black  drapery,  vague  in  its  character  and consistency as cloud, gleamed a ring of white flame, gemmed with sparkles of a more lurid tinge. This pale crescent was “the likeness of a kingly crown;” what it diademed was “the shape which shape had none.”

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The second picture contained for foreground only the dim peak of  a  hill,  with  grass  and  some  leaves  slanting  as  if  by  a  breeze. Beyond  and  above  spread  an  expanse  of  sky,  dark  blue  as  at twilight:  rising  into  the  sky  was  a  woman’s  shape  to  the  bust, portrayed  in  tints  as  dusk  and  soft  as  I  could  combine.  The  dim forehead was crowned with a star; the lineaments below were seen as  through  the  suffusion  of  vapour;  the  eyes  shone  dark  and  wild; the hair streamed shadowy, like a beamless cloud torn by storm or by  electric  travail.  On  the  neck  lay  a  pale  reflection  like moonlight;  the  same  faint  lustre  touched  the  train  of  thin  clouds from which rose and bowed this vision of the Evening Star.

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These  pictures  were  in  water-colours.  The  first represented clouds  low  and  livid,  rolling  over  a  swollen  sea:  all  the  distance was  in  eclipse;  so,  too,  was  the  foreground;  or  rather,  the  nearest billows, for there was no land. One gleam of light lifted into relief a  half-submerged  mast,  on  which  sat  a  cormorant,  dark  and  large, with  wings  flecked  with  foam;  its  beak  held  a  gold  bracelet  set with  gems,  that  I  had  touched  with  as  brilliant  tints  as  my  palette could  yield,  and  as  glittering  distinctness  as  my  pencil  could impart.  Sinking  below  the  bird  and  mast,  a  drowned  corpse glanced  through  the  green  water;  a  fair  arm  was  the  only  limb clearly visible, whence the bracelet had been washed or torn.

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While the direction was being executed, the lady consulted moved slowly up the room. I suppose I have a considerable organ of veneration, for I retain yet the sense of admiring awe with which my eyes traced her steps. Seen now, in broad daylight, she looked tall, fair, and shapely; brown eyes with a benignant light in their irids, and a fine pencilling of long lashes round, relieved the whiteness of her large front; on each of her temples her hair, of a very dark brown, was clustered in round curls, according to the fashion of those times, when neither smooth bands nor long ringlets were in vogue; her dress, also in the mode of the day, was of purple cloth, relieved by a sort of Spanish trimming of black velvet; a gold watch (watches were not so common then as now) shone at her girdle. Let the reader add, to complete the picture, refined features; a complexion, if pale, clear; and a stately air and carriage, and he will have, at least, as clearly as words can give it, a correct idea of the exterior of Miss Temple—Maria Temple, as I afterwards saw the name written in a prayer-book intrusted to me to carry to church.

The superintendent of Lowood (for such was this lady) having taken her seat before a pair of globes placed on one of the tables, summoned the first class round her, and commenced giving a lesson on geography; the lower classes were called by the teachers: repetitions in history, grammar, &c., went on for an hour; writing and arithmetic succeeded, and music lessons were given by Miss Temple to some of the elder girls. The duration of each lesson was measured by the clock, which at last struck twelve. The superintendent rose—

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“Led by her, I passed from compartment to compartment, from passage to passage, of a large and irregular building; till emerging from the total and somewhat dreary silence pervading that portion of the house we had traversed, we came upon the hum of many voices, and presently entered a wide, long room, with great deal tables, two at each end, on each of which burnt a pair of candles, and seated all round on benches, a congregation of girls of every age, from nine or ten to twenty. Seen by the dim light of the dips, their number to me appeared countless, though not in reality exceeding eighty; they were uniformly dressed in brown stuff frocks of quaint fashion, and long holland* pinafores.”

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“‘You dirty, disagreeable girl! you have never cleaned your nails this morning!’ Burns made no answer: I wondered at her silence.”Why,” thought I, “does she not explain that she could neither clean her nails nor wash her face, as the water was frozen?”” “Helen’s head, always drooping, sank a little lower as she finished this sentence. I saw by her look she wished no longer to talk to me, but rather to converse with her own thoughts.”

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Your decisions are perfectly judicious, madam," returned Mr. Brocklehurst. "Humility is a Christian grace, and one peculiarly appropriate to the pupils of Lowood; I, therefore, direct that especial care shall be bestowed on its cultivation amongst them. I have studied how best to mortify in them the worldly sentiment of pride; and, only the other day, I had a pleasing proof of my success

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”I covered my head and arms with the skirt of my frock, and went out to walk in a part of the plantation which was quite sequestrated; but I found no pleasure in the silent trees, the falling fir-cones, the congealed relics of autumn, russet leaves, swept by past winds in heaps, and now stiffened together. I leaned against a gate, and looked into an empty field where no sheep were feeding, where the short grass was nipped and blanched. It was a very grey day; a most opaque sky, "onding on snaw," canopied all; thence flakes felt it intervals, which settled on the hard path and on the hoary lea without melting. I stood, a wretched child enough, whispering to myself over and over again, ‘What shall I do?—what shall I do?’”

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“She was pretty too, if my recollections of her face and person are correct. I remember her as a slim young woman, with black hair, dark eyes, very nice features, and good, clear complexion; but she had a capricious and hasty temper, and indifferent ideas of principle or justice: still, such as she was, I preferred her to any one else at Gateshead Hall.”

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"A bed supported on massive pillars of mahogany, hung with curtains of deep red damask, stood out like a tabernacle in the centre; the two large windows, with their blinds always drawn down, were half shrouded in festoons and falls of similar drapery; the carpet was red; the table at the foot of the bed was covered with a crimson cloth; the walls were a soft fawn colour with a blush of pink in it; the wardrobe, the toilet-table, the chairs were of darkly polished old mahogany. Out of these deep surrounding shades rose high, and glared white, the piled-up mattresses and pillows of the bed, spread with a snowy Marseilles counterpane. Scarcely less prominent was an ample cushioned easy-chair near the head of the bed, also white, with a footstool before it; and looking, as I thought, like a pale throne" 17

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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 and flabby cheeks (12)

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DALL·E 2024-12-04 14.58.32 - A 14-year-old boy from 1847, depicted as large and stout for his age. He has a dingy and unwholesome complexion, with thick facial features on a broad

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I studied the aspect of that winter afternoon. Afar, it offered a pale bank 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. (10)

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DALL·E 2024-12-05 08.29.40 - A view through a window on a winter afternoon, depicting a pale bank of mist and cloud in the distance, softened and less dramatic. The foreground fea