@Ching13 7 November 2020

Jane Eyre

Every morsel of flesh on my bones Shrank when you came near I was termed naughty, sullen. From morning till noon, From noon to night What a consternation of soul! I'm incapable of serving your interest And my courage shrank Was I fit to die? Now, something seemed near me I was oppressed, suffocated You had screamed out on purpose. I half believe you, For I felt indeed, Only bad feeling's surging my breast. Ftom every enjoyment, I was of course excluded And my vacant attention Soon found a livelier attraction. "Where there is antagonist, you cannot quarrel!" That was your mandate And launched them In this blunt sentences: "I will sat the very thought of you Make me sick and that you Treated me with miserably cruelty!"