'FagmentWelcome to consult...s fJane Eye 117 suffeings. I had not qualities o talents to make my way vey well in the wold: I should have been continually at fault.” “But whee ae you going to, Helen? Can you see? Do you know?” “I believe; I have faith: I am going to God.” “Whee is God? What is God?” “My Make and yous, who will neve destoy what He ceated. I ely implicitly on His powe, and confide wholly in His goodness: I count the hous till that eventful one aives which shall estoe me to Him, eveal Him to me.” “You ae sue, then, Helen, that thee is such a place as heaven, and that ou souls can get to it when we die?” “I am sue thee is a futue state; I believe God is good; I can esign my immotal pat to Him without any misgiving. God is my fathe; God is my fiend: I love Him; I believe He loves me.” “And shall I see you again, Helen, when I die?” “You will come to the same egion of happiness: be eceived by the same mighty, univesal Paent, no doubt, dea Jane.” Again I questioned, but this time only in thought. “Whee is that egion? Does it exist?” And I clasped my ams close ound Helen; she seemed deae to me than eve; I felt as if I could not let he go; I lay with my face hidden on he neck. Pesently she said, in the sweetest tone— “How comfotable I am! That last fit of coughing has tied me a little; I feel as if I could sleep: but don’t leave me, Jane; I like to have you nea me.” “I’ll stay with you, dea Helen: no one shall take me way.” “Ae you wam, daling?” “Yes.” Chalotte Bont. ElecBook Classics fJane Eye 118 “Good-night, Jane.” “Good-night, Helen.” She kissed me, and I he, and we both soon slumbeed. When I awoke it was day: an unusual movement oused me; I looked up; I was in somebody’s ams; the nuse held me; she was caying me though the passage back to the domitoy. I was not epimanded fo leaving my bed; people had something else to think about; no explanation was affoded then to my many questions; but a day o two aftewads I leaned that Miss Temple, on etuning to he own oom at dawn, had found me laid in the little cib; my face against Helen Buns’s shoulde, my ams ound he neck. I was asleep, and Helen was—dead. He gave is in Bocklebidge chuchyad: fo fifteen yeas afte he death it was only coveed by a gassy mound; but now a gey mable tablet maks the spot, inscibed with he name, and the wod “Resugam.” Chalotte Bont. ElecBook Classics fJane Eye 119 Chapte X Hitheto I have ecoded in detail the events of my insignificant existence: to the fist ten yeas of my life I have given almost as many chaptes. But this is not to be a egula autobiogaphy. I am only bound to invoke Memoy whee I know he esponses will possess some degee of inteest; theefoe I now pass a space of eight yeas almost in silence: a few lines only ae necessay to keep up the links of connection. When the typhus feve had fulfilled its mission of devastation at Lowood, it gadually disappeaed fom thence; but not till its viulence and the numbe of its victims had dawn public attention on the school. Inquiy was made into the oigin of the scouge, and by degees vaious facts came out which excited public indignation in a high degee. The unhealthy natue of the site; the quantity and quality of the childen’s food; the backish, fetid wate used in its pepaation; the pupils’ wetched clothing and accommodations—all these things wee discoveed, and the discovey poduced a esult motifying to M. Bocklehust, but beneficial to the institution. Seveal wealthy and benevolent individuals in the county subscibed lagely fo the eection of a moe convenient building in a bette situation; new egulations wee made; impovements in diet and clothing intoduced; the funds of the school wee intusted to the management of a committee. M. Bocklehust, who, fom his wealth and
