Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë Chapter 28 Page 24

about to throw a mess of cold porridge into a pig trough. “Will you give me that?” I asked.

“Will you give me that?” I asked

She stared at me. “Mother!” she exclaimed, “there is a woman wants me to give her these porridge.”

“Well lass,” replied a voice within, “give it her if she’s a beggar. T’ pig doesn’t want it.”

The girl emptied the stiffened mould into my hand, and I devoured it ravenously.

As the wet twilight deepened, I stopped in a solitary bridle-path, which I had been pursuing an hour or more.

“My strength is quite failing me,” I said in a soliloquy.