Jane Eyre (Step into Classics)
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Orphaned at an early age, Jane Eyre, leads a lonely life until she finds a position as a governess at Thornfield Hall. There she meets the mysterious Mr. Rochester and sees a ghostly woman who roams the halls at night. What is the sinister secret that threatens Jane and her new found happiness? Step into Classics(TM) adaptations feature easy-to-read texts, big type, and short chapters that are ideal for reluctant readers and kids not yet ready to tackle original classics.
are you a good child?” Aunt Reed sniffed and shook her head. “The less said on that, the better.” “A naughty little girl is a sad sight,” the man said with a sigh. “Mr. Brocklehurst, Jane is a liar,” Aunt Reed said. “That is her biggest fault. If she goes to Lowood School, you will need to keep an eye on her. Train her to be useful and humble. And I wish her to spend all vacations there.” Mr. Brocklehurst nodded. “You have made a wise choice in schools, Mrs. Reed. Our pupils are quiet and
Mary and Diana. I read books and sketched. Days passed like hours, and weeks passed like days. When a month had gone by, Diana and Mary prepared to return to their jobs. St. John told me that he had found work for me. Would I be the teacher at a new school for girls? The school even had a little cottage for me to live in! I was happy to accept the offer. The day before I was to move to town, a letter came for St. John. “Our uncle John is dead,” he said to his sisters. He showed them the
said he is now blind.” “Where does he live?” I asked urgently. “At Ferndean, a manor house he owns. It’s about thirty miles off. Old John and his wife, Mary, are the only servants there,” the innkeeper told me. I asked him to get a carriage ready for me at once. A carriage that would take me to Ferndean. Chapter Fourteen I Go To Ferndean Mr. Rochester had spoken to me in the past about Ferndean Manor. I arrived there just before dark. Cold rain was falling. As I had done at Thornfield,
classroom. Mr. Rochester had left us many suitable books, a piano, an easel, and two globes. I taught Adèle until noon, when I allowed her to return to Sophie. Mrs. Fairfax then showed me around the house. The dining room was beautiful and stately. It had a stained-glass window and purple chairs and curtains. The drawing room was also lovely, with a flowered carpet and large mirrors. Everything was clean and tidy. “Mr. Rochester’s visits are rare,” Mrs. Fairfax said. “But they are always
and the servants came rushing in. “Ungrateful girl!” my aunt said. “Lock her up in the red room!” My aunt’s maid, Bessie, took me upstairs to the cold, dark room. “You have a duty to Mrs. Reed, Miss,” Bessie said to me gently. “If not for her, you would go to the poorhouse.” This was not news to me. I had heard it many times before. “Try to be useful and pleasant,” Bessie went on. “Otherwise, Mrs. Reed will send you away, I’m sure.” She left me there, sad and lonely. It was the same room