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mona lisa smile hundred times been sentenced to kneel, to ask pardon for offences by
me uncommitted. I looked into a certain corner near, half expecting to
see the slim outline of a once dreaded switch which used to lurk
there, waiting to leap out imp-like and lace my quivering palm or
shrinking neck. I approached the bed; I opened the curtains and
leant over the high-piled pillows.
Well did I remember Mrs. Reed's face, and I eagerly sought the
familiar image. It is a happy thing that time quells the longings of
vengeance and hushes the promptings of rage and aversion. I had left
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this woman in bitterness and hate, and I came back to her now with
no other emotion than a sort of ruth for her great sufferings, and a
strong yearning to forget and forgive all injuries- to be reconciled
and clasp hands in amity.
The well-known face was there: stern, relentless as ever- there was
that peculiar eye which nothing could melt, and the somewhat raised,
imperious, despotic eyebrow. How often had it lowered on me menace and
hate! and how the recollection of childhood's terrors and sorrows
revived as I traced its harsh line now! And yet I stooped down and
kissed her: she looked at me.
'Is this Jane Eyre?' she said.
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