1 Jane, leave me: go and marry Rivers.
2 Mr. Rivers rose now and put his cloak on.
3 As to St. John Rivers, he left England: he went to India.
4 Mr. Rivers, whom nothing seemed to escape, noticed it at once.
5 In a week, Mr. Rivers and Hannah repaired to the parsonage: and so the old grange was abandoned.
6 She generally came at the hour when Mr. Rivers was engaged in giving his daily catechising lesson.
7 Old Mr. Rivers, she said, was a plain man enough, but a gentleman, and of as ancient a family as could be found.
8 Diana and Mary Rivers became more sad and silent as the day approached for leaving their brother and their home.
9 Diana and Mary Rivers are both married: alternately, once every year, they come to see us, and we go to see them.
10 This explanation given, the subject was dropped, and no further reference made to it by either Mr. Rivers or his sisters.
11 I was absorbed in the execution of these nice details, when, after one rapid tap, my door unclosed, admitting St. John Rivers.
12 Mr. Rivers now closed his book, approached the table, and, as he took a seat, fixed his blue pictorial-looking eyes full on me.
13 As you hope ever to be forgiven, Mr. Rivers, the high crime and misdemeanour of spoiling a sanded kitchen, tell me what I wish to know.
14 How I looked while these ideas were taking my spirit by storm, I cannot tell; but I perceived soon that Mr. Rivers had placed a chair behind me, and was gently attempting to make me sit down on it.
15 My father always cherished the idea that he would atone for his error by leaving his possessions to us; that letter informs us that he has bequeathed every penny to the other relation, with the exception of thirty guineas, to be divided between St. John, Diana, and Mary Rivers, for the purchase of three mourning rings.
16 I slept two nights in the open air, and wandered about two days without crossing a threshold: but twice in that space of time did I taste food; and it was when brought by hunger, exhaustion, and despair almost to the last gasp, that you, Mr. Rivers, forbade me to perish of want at your door, and took me under the shelter of your roof.
17 Mr. Rivers came up as, having seen the classes, now numbering sixty girls, file out before me, and locked the door, I stood with the key in my hand, exchanging a few words of special farewell with some half-dozen of my best scholars: as decent, respectable, modest, and well-informed young women as could be found in the ranks of the British peasantry.
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