About this story
After it: a charity school that starves girls politely, then a governess post at a hall with a laugh shut up in the attic and an employer who asks questions no employer should. Brontë scandalized 1847 by giving a poor plain woman a full set of desires. You are Jane, and 'no' is always among your replies.
Who you’ll meet
Edward Rochester, the brooding master of Thornfield Hall, c. 1840s — the love interest the reader (as Jane) faces.
How it opens
November rain pressed a gray film against the Gateshead windows.
The wind worried the shrubbery and drove wet leaves along the terrace stones.
Mrs ReedUntil Bessie reports a more sociable disposition, you will sit apart.
Choose
I have been quiet because no one has spoken kindly to me.
What offense have I committed this morning?
Then I shall keep out of everyone's way.