Chapter 21 Quotes — Jane Eyre

How he died, God knows!—they say he killed himself.

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.

Why, you see, Miss Eyre, it is not a common mishap: his life has been very wild: these last three years he gave himself up to strange ways, and his death was shocking.

Because I disliked you too fixedly and thoroughly ever to lend a hand in lifting you to prosperity. I could not forget your conduct to me, Jane—the fury with which you once turned on me; the tone in which you declared you abhorred me the worst of anybody in the world

I had a dislike to her mother always; for she was my husband's only sister, and a great favourite with him: he opposed the family's disowning her when she made her low marriage; and when news came of her death, he wept like a simpleton.

Yes, sir, but that is long ago; and when her circumstances were very different: I could not be easy to neglect her wishes now.

She turned as I drew near, and looked at me haughtily: her eyes seemed to demand, "What can the creeping creature want now?"

Mr. John died yesterday was a week, at his chambers in London.