“"Ah!—she understands what she has to do,—nobody better," rejoined Leah significantly; "and it is not every one could fill her shoes—not for all the money she gets."Chapter 17 · ★★★☆☆→
“Their collective appearance had left on me an impression of high-born elegance, such as I had never before received.Chapter 17 · Narrator · ★★★☆☆→
“They dispersed about the room, reminding me, by the lightness and buoyancy of their movements, of a flock of white plumy birds.Chapter 17 · Narrator · ★★★☆☆→
“Most people would have termed her a splendid woman of her age: and so she was, no doubt, physically speaking; but then there was an expression of almost insupportable haughtiness in her bearing and countenance.Chapter 17 · Narrator · ★★★☆☆→
“All I had gathered from it amounted to this,—that there was a mystery at Thornfield; and that from participation in that mystery I was purposely excluded.Chapter 17 · Narrator · ★★★☆☆→
“"Yes," said Leah; "I wish I had as good; not that mine are to complain of,—there's no stinginess at Thornfield; but they're not one fifth of the sum Mrs. Poole receives. And she is laying by: she goes every quarter to the bank at Millcote. I should not wonder but she has saved enough to keep her independent if she liked to leave; but I suppose she's got used to the place; and then she's not forty yet, and strong and able for anything. It is too soon for her to give up business."Chapter 17 · ★★★☆☆→
“But I affirm that you are: so much depressed that a few more words would bring tears to your eyes—indeed, they are there now, shining and swimming; and a bead has slipped from the lash and fallen on to the flag.Chapter 17 · Edward Rochester · ★★★☆☆→
“Nonsense! If she objects, tell her it is my particular wish; and if she resists, say I shall come and fetch her in case of contumacy.Chapter 17 · Edward Rochester · ★★★☆☆→
“Her purple riding-habit almost swept the ground, her veil streamed long on the breeze; mingling with its transparent folds, and gleaming through them, shone rich raven ringlets.Chapter 17 · Narrator · ★★★☆☆→
“I listened long: suddenly I discovered that my ear was wholly intent on analysing the mingled sounds, and trying to discriminate amidst the confusion of accents those of Mr. Rochester; and when it caught them, which it soon did, it found a further task in framing the tones, rendered by distance inarticulate, into words.Chapter 17 · Narrator · ★★★☆☆→