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I will tell you as much of the history of the wanderer you have harboured, as I can tell without compromising my own peace of mind-my own security, moral and physical, and that of others.

"I am an orphan, the daughter of a clergyman.

My parents died before I could know them.

I was brought up a dependant; educated in a charitable institution.

I will even tell you the name of the establishment, where I passed six years as a pupil, and two as a teacher-Lowood Orphan Asylum, -shire: you will have heard of it, Mr. Rivers?-the Rev.

Robert Brocklehurst is the treasurer."

"I have heard of Mr. Brocklehurst, and I have seen the school."

"I left Lowood nearly a year since to become a private governess.

I obtained a good situation, and was happy.

This place I was obliged to leave four days before I came here.

The reason of my departure I cannot and ought not to explain: it would be useless, dangerous, and would sound incredible.

No blame attached to me: I am as free from culpability as any one of you three.

Miserable I am, and must be for a time; for the catastrophe which drove me from a house I had found a paradise was of a strange and direful nature.

I observed but two points in planning my departure-speed, secrecy: to secure these, I had to leave behind me everything I possessed except a small parcel; which, in my hurry and trouble of mind, I forgot to take out of the coach that brought me to Whitcross.

To this neighbourhood, then, I came, quite destitute.

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.

I know all your sisters have done for me since-for I have not been insensible during my seeming torpor-and I owe to their spontaneous, genuine, genial compassion as large a debt as to your evangelical charity."

"Don't make her talk any more now, St. John," said Diana, as I paused; "she is evidently not yet fit for excitement. Come to the sofa and sit down now, Miss Elliott."

I gave an involuntary half start at hearing the alias: I had forgotten my new name. Mr. Rivers, whom nothing seemed to escape, noticed it at once.

"You said your name was Jane Elliott?" he observed.

"I did say so; and it is the name by which I think it expedient to be called at present, but it is not my real name, and when I hear it, it sounds strange to me."

"Your real name you will not give?"

"No: I fear discovery above all things; and whatever disclosure would lead to it, I avoid."

"You are quite right, I am sure," said Diana. "Now do, brother, let her be at peace a while."

But when St. John had mused a few moments he recommenced as imperturbably and with as much acumen as ever.

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