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Hall the aspect of a home of the past: a shrine of memory。 I liked the 
hush; the gloom; the quaintness of these retreats in the day; but I by 
no means coveted a night's repose on one of those wide and heavy beds: 
shut in; some of them; with doors of oak; shaded; others; with wrought 
old English hangings crusted with thick work; portraying effigies of 
strange flowers; and stranger birds; and strangest human beings;… 
all which would have looked strange; indeed; by the pallid gleam of 
moonlight。 
   'Do the servants sleep in these rooms?' I asked。 
   'No; they occupy a range of smaller apartments to the back; no 
one ever sleeps here: one would almost say that; if there were a ghost 
at Thornfield Hall; this would be its haunt。' 
   'So I think: you have no ghost; then?' 
   'None that I ever heard of;' returned Mrs。 Fairfax; smiling。 
   'Nor any traditions of one? no legends or ghost stories?' 
   'I believe not。 And yet it is said the Rochesters have been 
rather a violent than a quiet race in their time: perhaps; though; 
that is the reason they rest tranquilly in their graves now。' 
   'Yes… 〃after life's fitful fever they sleep well;〃' I muttered。 
'Where are you going now; Mrs。 Fairfax?' for she was moving away。 
   'On to the leads; will you come and see the view from thence?' I 
followed still; up a very narrow staircase to the attics; and thence 
by a ladder and through a trap…door to the roof of the hall。 I was now 
on a level with the crow colony; and could see into their nests。 
Leaning over the battlements and looking far down; I surveyed the 
grounds laid out like a map: the bright and velvet lawn closely 
girdling the grey base of the mansion; the field; wide as a park; 
dotted with its ancient timber; the wood; dun and sere; divided by a 
path visibly overgrown; greener with moss than the trees were with 
foliage; the church at the gates; the road; the tranquil hills; all 
reposing in the autumn day's sun; the horizon bounded by a 
propitious sky; azure; marbled with pearly white。 No feature in the 
scene was extraordinary; but all was pleasing。 When I turned from it 
and repassed the trap…door; I could scarcely see my way down the 
ladder; the attic seemed black as a vault compared with that arch of 
blue air to which I had been looking up; and to that sunlit scene of 
grove; pasture; and green hill; of which the hall was the centre; 
and over which I had been gazing with delight。 
   Mrs。 Fairfax stayed behind a moment to fasten the trap…door; I; 
by dint of groping; found the outlet from the attic; and proceeded 
to descend the narrow garret staircase。 I lingered in the long passage 
to which this led; separating the front and back rooms of the third 
storey: narrow; low; and dim; with only one little window at the far 
end; and looking; with its two rows of small black doors all shut; 
like a corridor in some Bluebeard's castle。 
   While I paced softly on; the last sound I expected to hear in so 
still a region; a laugh; struck my ear。 It was a curious laugh; 
distinct; formal; mirthless。 I stopped: the sound ceased; only for 
an instant; it began again; louder: for at first; though distinct; 
it was very low。 It passed off in a clamorous peal that seemed to wake 
an echo in every lonely chamber; though it originated but in one; 
and I could have pointed out the door whence the accents issued。 
   'Mrs。 Fairfax!' I called out: for I now heard her descending the 
great stairs。 'Did you hear that loud laugh? Who is it?' 
   'Some of the servants; very likely;' she answered: 'perhaps Grace 
Poole。' 
   'Did you hear it?' I again inquired。 
   'Yes; plainly: I often hear her: she sews in one of these rooms。 
Sometimes Leah is with her; they are frequently noisy together。' 
   The laugh was repeated in its low; syllabic tone; and terminated in 
an odd murmur。 
   'Grace!' exclaimed Mrs。 Fairfax。 
   I really did not expect any Grace to answer; for the laugh was as 
tragic; as preternatural a laugh as any I ever heard; and; but that it 
was high noon; and that no circumstance of ghostliness accompanied the 
curious cachinnation; but that neither scene nor season favoured fear; 
I should have been superstitiously afraid。 However; the event showed 
me I was a fool for entertaining a sense even of surprise。 
   The door nearest me opened; and a servant came out;… a woman of 
between thirty and forty; a set; square…made figure; red…haired; and 
with a hard; plain face: any apparition less romantic or less 
ghostly could scarcely be conceived。 
   'Too much noise; Grace;' said Mrs。 Fairfax。 'Remember 
directions!' Grace curtseyed silently and went in。 
   'She is a person we have to sew and assist Leah in her 
housemaid's work;' continued the widow; 'not altogether 
unobjectionable in some points; but she does well enough。 By the 
bye; how have you got on with your new pupil this morning?' 
   The conversation; thus turned on Adele; continued till we reached 
the light and cheerful region below。 Adele came running to meet us 
in the hall; exclaiming… 
   'Mesdames; vous etes servies!' adding; 'J'ai bien faim; moi!' 
   We found dinner ready; and waiting for us in Mrs。 Fairfax's room。 


                         CHAPTER XII 


   THE promise of a smooth career; which my first calm introduction to 
Thornfield Hall seemed to pledge; was not belied on a longer 
acquaintance with the place and its inmates。 Mrs。 Fairfax turned out 
to be what she appeared; a placid…tempered; kind…natured woman; of 
competent education and average intelligence。 My pupil was a lively 
child; who had been spoilt and indulged; and therefore was sometimes 
wayward; but as she was committed entirely to my care; and no 
injudicious interference from any quarter ever thwarted my plans for 
her improvement; she soon forgot her little freaks; and became 
obedient and teachable。 She had no great talents; no marked traits 
of character; no peculiar development of feeling or taste which raised 
her one inch above the ordinary level of childhood; but neither had 
she any deficiency or vice which sunk her below it。 She made 
reasonable progress; entertained for me a vivacious; though perhaps 
not very profound; affection; and by her simplicity; gay prattle; 
and efforts to please; inspired me; in return; with a degree of 
attachment sufficient to make us both content in each other's society。 
   This; par parenthese; will be thought cool language by persons 
who entertain solemn doctrines about the angelic nature of children; 
and the duty of those charged with their education to conceive for 
them an idolatrous devotion: but I am not writing to flatter 
parental egotism; to echo cant; or prop up humbug; I am merely telling 
the truth。 I felt a conscientious solicitude for Adele's welfare and 
progress; and a quiet liking for her little self: just as I 
cherished towards Mrs。 Fairfax a thankfulness for her kindness; and 
a pleasure in her society proportionate to the tranquil regard she had 
for me; and the moderation of her mind and character。 
   Anybody may blame me who likes; when I add further; that; now and 
then; when I took a walk by myself in the grounds; when I went down to 
the gates and looked through them along the road; or when; while Adele 
played with her nurse; and Mrs。 Fairfax made jellies in the storeroom; 
I climbed the three staircases; raised the trap…door of the attic; and 
having reached the leads; looked out afar over sequestered field and 
hill; and along dim sky…line… that then I longed for a power of vision 
which might overpass that limit; which might reach the busy world; 
towns; regions full of life I had heard of but never seen… that then I 
desired more of practical experience than I possessed; more of 
intercourse with my kind; of acquaintance with variety of character; 
than was here within my reach。 I valued what was good in Mrs。 Fairfax; 
and what was good in Adele; but I believed in the existence of other 
and more vivid kinds of goodness; and what I believed in I wished to 
behold。 
   Who blames me? Many; no doubt; and I shall be called 
discontented。 I could not help it: the restlessness

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