Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë Chapter 21 Page 61

She made an effort to alter her position, but failed: her face changed; she seemed to experience some inward sensation — the precursor, perhaps, of the last pang.

“Well, I must get it over. Eternity is before me: I had better tell her. — Go to my dressing-case, open it, and take out a letter you will see there.”

I obeyed her directions. “Read the letter,” she said.

It was short, and thus conceived: —

“Madam, — Will you have the goodness to send me the address of my niece, Jane Eyre, and to tell me how she is?

It is my intention to write shortly and desire her to come to me at Madeira. Providence has blessed my endeavours to secure