Iwalkedaboutthechambermostofthetime.Iimaginedmyselfonlytrettingmyloss,andthinkinghowtorepairit;butwhenmyrefleswerecluded,andIlookedupandfoundthattheafternoonwasgone,andeveningfaradvanced,anotherdiscoverydawnedonme,hatiervalIhadundergoransfprocess;thatmymindhadputoffallithadborrowedofMissTemple—orratherthatshehadtakenwithhertheseremosphereIhadbeehinginherviity—andthatnowIwasleftinmynaturalelement,andbeginningtofeelthestirringofoldemotions.Itdidnotseemasifapropwerewithdrawn,butratherasifamotiveweregowasnotthepowertobetranquilwhichhadfailedme,butthereasonfortranquillitywasnomore.MyworldhadforsomeyearsbeeninLowood:myexperiencehadbeenofitsrulesandsystems;nowIrememberedthattherealworldwaswide,andthatavariedfieldofhopesandfears,ofsensationsaements,awaitedthosewhohadcetogoforthintoitsexpaoseekrealknowledgeoflifeamidstitsperils.

    Iwenttomywindow,ope,andlookedout.Therewerethetwowingsofthebuilding;therewasthegarden;thereweretheskirtsofLowood;therewasthehillyhorizon.Myeyepassedallotherobjectstorestonthosemostremote,thebluepeaks;itwasthoseIloosurmount;allwithintheirboundaryofrodheathseemedprison-ground,exilelimits.Itracedthewhiteroadwindingroundthebaseofonemountain,andvanishinginagebetweentwo;howIloofollowitfarther!IrecalledthetimewhenIhadtravelledthatveryroadinacoach;Iremembereddesdingthathillattwilight;anageseemedtohaveelapsedsihedaywhichbroughtmefirsttoLowood,andIhadneverquitteditsince.Myvacationshadallbeesrs.ReedhadneversentformetoGateshead;hershenoranyofherfamilyhadeverbeen