I am Jane Eyre: The Untold Story
By Teana Rowland
Copyright 2011 by Teana Rowland
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Preface to this special volume
Dear reader you may have read my previous volume which described my life as much as one could, yet there had been many things left out, which I present here in this volume, and I trust it shall shine a light upon topics which I could not fully describe at the time.
As you will recall my child life memories were of pain and suffering which began under the guardianship of Mrs Reed. You will know of the pain brought upon me by the brute John Reed. He bullied and punished me; not two or three times in the week, nor once or twice in the day, but continually: every nerve I had feared him, and every morsel of flesh in my bones shrank when he came near. There were moments when I was bewildered by the terror he inspired, because I had no appeal whatever against either his menaces or his inflictions; the servants did not like to offend their young master by taking my part against him, and Mrs. Reed was blind and deaf on the subject: she never saw him strike or heard him abuse me, though he did both now and then in her very presence, more frequently, however, behind her back. You will also remember I pray, being locked in a room and thrust upon a stool on which I was mean to stay all night for punishment. Such was my life there. I was a discord in Gateshead Hall: I was like nobody there; I had nothing in harmony with Mrs. Reed or her children, or her chosen vassalage. If they did not love me, in fact, as little did I love them. They were not bound to regard with affection a thing that could not sympathise with one amongst them; a heterogeneous thing, opposed to them in temperament, in capacity, in propensities; a useless thing, incapable of serving their interest, or adding to their pleasure; a noxious thing, cherishing the germs of indignation at their treatment, of contempt of their judgment. I know that had I been a sanguine, brilliant, careless, exacting, handsome, romping child--though equally dependent and friendless--Mrs. Reed would have endured my presence more complacently; her children would have entertained for me more