"Jane Eyre"
by Charlotte Bronte

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     Ere I had finished this reply, my soul began to expand, to exult, with the strangest sense of freedom, of triumph, I ever felt. It seemed as if an invisible bond had burst, and that I had struggled out into unhoped-for liberty. Not without cause was this sentiment: Mrs. Reed looked frightened; her work had slipped from her knee; she was lifting up her hands, rocking herself to and fro, and even twisting her face as if she would cry.

     "Jane, you are under a mistake: what is the matter with you? Why do you tremble so violently? Would you like to drink some water?"

 

     "No, Mrs. Reed."

     "Is there anything else you wish for, Jane? I assure you, I desire to be your friend."

     "Not you. You told Mr. Brocklehurst I had a bad character, a deceitful disposition; and I'll let everybody at Lowood know what you are, and what you have done."

     "Jane, you don't understand these things: children must be corrected for their faults."

     "Deceit is not my fault!" I cried out in a savage, high voice.

 
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