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简 介简爱背负着自然与社会给她的一切不幸，开始了她的人生：她没有双亲，没有钱财，她是（男人世界中的）一个弱女子；雪上加霜的是，她不漂亮。她有着坚强的个性，这使她在世人眼里更加失去了魅力，因为她不会对别人逆来顺受。她不像是世上伟大爱情故事中的女主角，然而她却有着相当于此的举动。世人看到的是她的种种劣势，告诉她对生活不要有太多奢望。然而简爱不听这一套，她拒绝接受世人给予她的卑微地位。她要求世人接受她的本来面目：她可能微不足道，但却是自己命运的主宰；她也许不漂亮，却值得他人爱。夏洛特勃朗蒂（18161855）是英国最伟大的小说家之一。她在英格兰北部约克郡的生活本身狭窄有限，然而其小说充满激情与想像，享誉世界。人物表简爱盖茨赫德里德太太，简爱的舅妈贝茜，保姆阿伯特小姐，里德太太的女仆洛依德医生洛伍德学校布鲁克赫斯特先生，学校财务总管丹伯尔小姐，女学监海伦伯恩斯，学生特恩费得费尔法斯太太，管家阿黛拉，罗切斯特先生的法国情妇的女爱德华罗切斯特，特恩费得府的主人英格姆夫人，她们的母亲格丽丝普尔迪克梅森布莱克斯先生，马迪拉的爱先生的律师伯莎梅森摩尔屋圣约翰李维斯，戴安娜和玛丽的哥哥，莫顿的牧师汉娜，管家罗莎蒙特奥利弗小姐，富有工厂主的女儿枫丹庄园People in This StoryJane EyreAt GatesheadMrs Reed，Jane Eyres auntBessie，the nursemaidMiss Abbott，Mrs Reeds maidDr LloydRobert，the coachmanAt Lowood SchoolMr Brocklehurst，the schools financial managerMiss Temple，the headmistressHelen Burns，a pupilAt ThornfieldMrs Fairfax，the housekeeperAdle，daughter of Mr Rochesters French mistressEdward Rochester，the owner of Thornfield HallLady Ingram，their motherGrace PooleDick MasonMr Briggs，lawyer to Mr Eyre of MadeiraBertha MasonAt Moor HouseSt John Rivers，brother of Diana and Mary，and vicar ofMortonHannah，his housekeeperRosamund Oliver，daughter of a rich factory-ownerAt Ferndean Manor1 The red roomWe could not go for a walk that afternoonThere was such a freezing cold wind，and such heavy rain，that we all stayed indoorsI was glad of itI never liked long walks，especially in winterI used to hate coming home when it was almost dark，with ice-cold fingers and toes，feeling miserable bccause Bessie，the nursemaid，was always scolding meAll the time I knew I was different from my cousins，Eliza，John and Georgiana ReedThey were taller and stronger than me，and they were lovedThese three usually spent their time crying and quarrelling，but today they were sitting quietly around their mother in the sitting-roomI wanted to join the family circle，but Mrs Reed，my aunt，refused Bessie had complainted about meNo，Im sorry，JaneUntil I hear from Bessie，or see for myself，that you are really trying to behave better，you cannot be treated as a good，happy child，like my childrenWhat does Bessie say I have done？I askedJane，it is not polite to question me in that wayIf you cannot speak pleasantly，be quietI crept out of the sitting-room and into the small room next door，where I chose a book full of pictures from the bookcase I climbed on to the window-seat and drew the curtains，so that I was completely hiddenI sat there for a whileSometimes I looked out of the window at the grey November afternoon，and saw the rain pouring down on the leafless gardenBut most of the time I studied the book and stared，fascinated，at the picturesLost in the world of imagination，I forgot my sad，lonely existence for a while，and was happy，I was only afraid that my secret hiding-place might be discoveredSuddenly the door of the room openedJohn Reed rushed inWhere are you，rat？he shoutedHe did not see me behind the curtainEliza！Georgy！Jane isnt here！Tell Mamma shes run out into the rainwhat a bad animal she is！How lucky I drew the curtain，I thoughtHe would never have found me，because he was not very intelligentBut Eliza guessed at once where I wasShes in the window-seat，John，she called from the sitting-roomSo I came out immediately，as I did not want him to pull me outWhat do you want？I asked himSay，“What do you want，Master Reed”，he answered，sitting in an armchairI want you to come hereJohn Reed was fourteen and I was only tenHe was large and rather fatHe usually ate too much at meals，which made him illHe should have been at boarding school，but his mother，who loved him very much，had brought him home for a month or two，because she thought his health was delicateJohn did not love his mother or his sister，and he hated me He bullied and punished me，not two or three times a week，not once or twice a day，but all the timeMy whole body trembled when he came nearSometimes he hit me，sometimes he just threatened me，and I lived in terrible fear of himI had no idea about how to stop himThe servants did not want to offend their young master，and Mrs Reed could see no fault in her dear boySo I obeyed Johns order and approached his armchair，thinking how very ugly his face wasPerhaps he understood what I was thinking，for he hit me hard on the faceThat is for your rudeness to Mamma just now，he said，and for your wickedness in hiding，and for looking at me like that，you rat！I was so used to his bullying that I never thought of hitting him backWhat were you doing behind that curtain？he askedI was reading，I answeredShow me the bookI gave it to himYou have no right to take our books，he continuedYou have no money and your father left yor noneYou ought to beg in the streets，not live here in comfort with a gentlemans familyAayway，all these books are mine，and so is the whole house，or will be in a few yearstimeIll teach you not to borrow my books againHe lifted the heavy book and threw it hard at meIt hit me and I fell，cutting my head on the doorI was in great pain，and suddenly for the first time in my life，I forgot my fear of John ReedYou wicked，cruel boy！I criedYou are a bully！You are as bad as a murderer！What！What！he criedDid she say that to me？Did you hear，Eliza and Georgiana？Ill tell Mamma，but firstHe rushed to attack me，but now he was fighting with a desperate girlI really saw him as a wicked murdererI felt the blood running down my face，and the pain gave me strengthI fought back as hard as I couldMy resistance surprised him，and he shouted for helpHis sisters ran for Mrs Reed，who called her maid，Miss Abbott，and BessieThey pulled us apart and I heard them say，What a wicked girl！She attacked Master John！Mrs Reed said calmly，Take her away to the red room and lock her in thereAnd so I was carried upstairs，arms waving and legs kickingAs soon as we arrived in the red room，I became quiet again，and the two servants both started scolding meReally，Miss Eyre，said Miss Abbott，how could you hit him？Hes your young master！How can he be my master？I am not a servant！I criedNo，Miss Eyre，you are less than a servant，because you do not work，replied Miss AbbottThey both looked at me as if they strongly disapproved of meYou should remember，miss，said Bessie，that your aunt pays for your food and clothes，and you should be gratefulYou have no other relations or friendsAll my short life I had been told this，and I had no answer to itI stayed silent，listening to these painful remindersAnd if you are angry and rude，Mrs Reed may send you away，added BessieAnyway，said Miss Abbott，God will punish you，Jane Eyre，for your wicked heartPray to God，and say youre sorryThey left the room，locking the door carefully behind themThe red room was a cold，silent room，hardly ever used，although it was one of the largest bedrooms in the houseNine years ago，my uncle，Mr Reed，had died in this room，and since then nobody had wanted to sleep in itNow that I was alone I thought bitterly of the people I lived withJohn Reed，his sisters，his mother，the servants，they all accused me，scolded me，hated meWhy could I never please them？Eliza was selfish，but was respectedGeorgiana had a bad temper，but she was popular with everybody because she was beautiful John was rude，cruel and violent，but nobody punished himI tried to make no mistakes，but they called me，naughty every moment of the dayNow that I had turned against John to protect myself，everybody blamed meAnd so I spent that whole long afternoon in the red room asking myself why I had to suffer and why life was so unfairPerhaps I would run away，or starve myself to deathGradually it became dark outsideThe rain was still beating on the windows，and I could hear the wind in the treesNow I was no longer angry，and I began to think the Reeds might be rightPerhaps I was wickedDid I deserve to die，and be buried in the churchyard like my uncle Reed？I could not remember him，but knew he was my mothers brother，who had taken me to his house when my parents both diedOn his death bed he had made his wife，aunt Reed，promise to look after me like her own childrenI supposed she now regretted her promiseA strange idea came to meI felt sure that if Mr Reed had lived he would have treated me kindly，and now，as I looked round at the dark furniture and the walls in shadow，I began to fear that his ghost might come back to punish his wife for not keeping her promiseHe might rise from the grave in the churchyard and appear in this room！I was so frightened by this thought that I hardly dared to breatheSuddenly in the darkness I saw a light moving on the ceilingIt may have been from a lamp outside，but in my nervous state I did not think of thatI felt sure it must be a ghost，a visitor from another worldMy head was hot，my heart beat fastWas that the sound of wings in my ears？Was that something moving near me？Screaming wildly，I rushed to the door and shook itMiss Abbott and Bessie came running to open itMiss Eyre，are you ill？asked BessieTake me out of here！I screamedWhy？Whats the matter？she askedI saw a light，and I thought it was a ghost，I cried，holding tightly on to Bessies handShes not even hurt，said Miss Abbott in disgustShe screamed just to bring us hereI know all her little tricksWhat is all this？demanded an angry voiceMrs Reed appeared at the door of the roomAbbott and Bessie，I think I told you to leave Jane Eyre in this room till I cameShe screamed so loudly，maam，said Bessie softlyLet go off her hands，Bessie，was Mrs Reeds only answerJane Eyre，you need not think you can succeed in getting out of the room like thisYour naughty tricks will not work with meYou will stay here an hour longer as a punishment for trying to deceive usOh aunt，please forgive me！I cant bear it！I shall die if you keep me hereI screamed and kicked as she held meSilence！Control yourself！She pushed me，resisting wildly，back into the red room and locked me inThere I was in the darkness again，with the silence and the ghostsI must have faintedI cannot remember anything more2 Leaving GatesheadI woke up to find the doctor lifting me very carefully into my own bedIt was good to be back in my familiar bedroom，with a warm fire and candle-lightIt was also a great relief to recognize Dr Lloyd，who Mrs Reed called in for her servants（she always called a specialist for herself and the children）He was looking after me so kindlyI felt he would protect me from Mrs ReedHe talked to me a little，then gave Bessie orders to take good care of meWhen he left，I felt very lonely againBut I was surprised to find that Bessie did not scold me at allIn fact she was so kind to me that I became brave enough to ask a questionBessie，whats happened？Am I ill？Yes，you became ill in the red room，but youll get better，dont worry，Miss Jane，she answeredThen she went next door to fetch another servantI could hear her whispersSarah，come in here and sleep with me and that poor child tonightI darent stay alone with her，she might dieShe was so ill last night！Do you think she saw a ghost？Mrs Reed was too hard on her，I thinkSo the two servants slept in my room，while I lay awake all night，trembling with fear，and eyes wide open in horror，imagining ghosts in every cornerFortunately I suffered no serious illness as a result of my terrible experience in the red room，although I shall never forget that nightBut the shock left me nervous and depressed for the next few daysI cried all day long and although Bessie tried hard to tempt me with nice things to eat or my favourite books，I took no pleasure in eating or even in readingI knew I had no one to love me and nothing to look forward toWhen the doctor came again，he seemed a little surprised to find me looking so miserablePerhaps shes crying because she couldnt go out with Mrs Reed in the carriage this morning，suggested BessieSurely shes more sensible than that，said the doctor，smiling at meShes a big girl nowIm not crying about thatI hate going out in the carriageI said quicklyIm crying because Im miserableOh really，Miss！said BessieThe doctor looked at me thoughtfullyHe had small，grey，intelligent eyesJust then a bell rang for the servantsdinnerYou can go，Bessie，he saidIll stay here talking to Miss Jane till you come backAfter Bessie had left，he asked，What really made you ill？I was locked up in a room with a ghost，in the darkAfraid of ghosts，are you？he smiledOf Mr Reeds ghost，yesHe died in that room，you knowNobody ever goes in there any moreIt was cruel to lock me in there alone without a candleI shall never forget it！But you arent afraid nowThere must be another reason why you are so sad，he said，looking kindly at meHow could I tell him all the reasons for my unhappiness！I have no father or mother，brothers or sisters，I beganBut you have a kind aunt and cousinsBut John Reed knocked me down and my aunt locked me in the red room，I criedThere was a pauseDont you like living at Gateshead，in such a beautiful house？he askedI would be glad to leave it，but I have nowhere else to goYou have no relations apart from Mrs Reed？I think I may have some，who are very poor，but I know nothing about them，I answeredWould you like to go to school？he asked finallyI thought for a momentI knew very little about school，but at least it would be a change，the start of a new lifeYes，I would like to go，I replied in the endWell，well，said the doctor to himself as he got up，well seeThe child is delicate，she ought to have a change of airI heard later from the servants that he had spoken to Mrs Reed about me，and that she had agreed immediately to send me to schoolAbbott said Mrs Reed would be glad to get rid of meIn this conversation I also learned for the first time that my father had been a poor vicarWhen he married my mother，Miss Jane Reed of Gateshead，the Reed family were so angry that they disinherited herI also heard that my parents both died of an illness only a year after their weddingBut days and weeks passed，and Mrs Reed still said nothing about sending me to schoolOne day，as she was scolding me，I suddenly threw a question at herThe words just came out without my planning to say themWhat would uncle Reed say to you if he were alive？I askedWhat？cried Mrs Reed，her cold grey eyes full of fear，staring at me as if I were a ghostI had to continueMy uncle Reed is now in heaven，and can see all you think and do，and so can my parentsThey know how you hate me，and are cruel to meMrs Reed smacked my face and left me without a wordI was scolded for an hour by Bessie as the most ungrateful child in the world，and indeed with so much hate in my heart I did feel wickedChristmas passed by，with no presents or new clothes for meEvery evening I watched Eliza and Georgiana putting on their new dresses and going out to parties Sometimes Bessie would come up to me in my lonely bedroom，bringing a piece of cake，sometimes she would tell me a story，and sometimes she would kiss me goodnightWhen she was kind to me I thought she was the best person in the world，but she did not always have time for meOn the morning of the fifteenth of January，Bessie rushed up to my room，to tell me a visitor wanted to see meWho could it be？I knew Mrs Reed would be there too and I was frightened of seeing her againWhen I nervously entered the breakfast-room I looked up at a black column！At least that was what he looked like to meHe was a tall，thin man dressed all in black，with a cold，stony face at the top of the columnThis is the little girl I wrote to you about，said Mrs Reed to the stony strangerWell，Jane Eyre，said the stranger heavily，and are you a good child？It was impossible to say yes，with Mrs Reed sitting there，so I was silentPerhaps the less said about that，the better，Mr Brocklehurst，said Mrs Reed，shaking her headIm sorry to hear it，he answeredCome hereJane Eyre，and answer my questionsWhere do the wicked go after death？They go to hell，I answeredAnd what must you do to avoid going there？he askedI thought for a moment，but could not find the right answerI must keep in good health，and not die，I repliedWrong！Children younger than you die all the timeAnother questionDo you enjoy reading the Bible？Yes，sometimes，I replied，hesitatingThat is not enoughYour answers show me you have a wicked heartYou must pray to God to change it，if you ever want to go to heavenMr Brocklehurst，interrupted Mrs Reed，I mentioned to you in my letter that this little girl has in fact a very bad characterIf you accept her at Lowood school，please make sure that the headmistress and teachers know how dishonest she isShe will try to lie to them of courseYou see，Jane，you cannot try your tricks on Mr BrocklehurstHowever hard I had tried to please Mrs Reed in the past，she always thought the worst of meIt was not surprising that I had come to hate herNow she was accusing me in front of a strangerMy hopes of starting a new life at school began to fadeDo not worry，madam，Mr Brocklehurst said，the teachers will watch her carefullyLife at Lowood will do her goodWe believe in hard work，plain