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简·爱(英文版)

作者：(英)夏洛蒂·勃朗特(Charlotte

出版社：中央编译出版社出版时间：2021-05-01

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ISBN：9787511739131
条形码：9787511739131 ; 978-7-5117-3913-1
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该小说讲述孤女简·爱自幼父母双亡, 寄养于舅母家, 后被舅母打发到孤儿院去。毕业后, 简应聘去当家庭教师谋生。主人罗切斯特性格忧郁、喜怒无常, 但经过较长时间接触, 简发现罗切斯特心地善良, 为人正直、刚毅, 渐渐对他产生了感情。

简·爱(英文版) 目录

Table of Contents

PREFACE 001

NOTE TO THE THIRD EDITION 004

CHAPTER 1 005

CHAPTER 2 012

CHAPTER 3 021

CHAPTER 4 033

CHAPTER 5 053

CHAPTER 6 070

CHAPTER 7 080

CHAPTER 8 092

CHAPTER 9 102

CHAPTER 10 113

CHAPTER 11 127

CHAPTER 12 148

CHAPTER 13 162

CHAPTER 14 177

CHAPTER 15 194

CHAPTER 16 210

CHAPTER 17 223

CHAPTER 18 250

CHAPTER 19 270

CHAPTER 20 284

CHAPTER 21 304

CHAPTER 22 333

CHAPTER 23 342

CHAPTER 24 356

CHAPTER 25 381

CHAPTER 26 397

CHAPTER 27 412

CHAPTER 28 447

CHAPTER 29 469

CHAPTER 30 485

CHAPTER 31 498

CHAPTER 32 508

CHAPTER 33 523

CHAPTER 34 540

CHAPTER 35 570

CHAPTER 36 584

CHAPTER 37 597

CHAPTER 38 —CONCLUSION 623

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PREFACE A preface to the first edition of Jane Eyre being unneces-sary, I gave none: this second edition demands a few words both of acknowledgment and miscellaneous remark. My thanks are due in three quarters. To the Public, for the indulgent ear it has inclined to a plain tale with few pretensions. To the Press, for the fair field its honest suffrage has opened to an obscure aspirant. To my Publishers, for the aid their tact, their energy, their practical sense and frank liberality have afforded an unknown and unrecommended Author. The Press and the Public are but vague personifications for me, and I must thank them in vague terms; but my Publish-ers are definite: so are certain generous critics who have en-couraged me as only large-hearted and high-minded men know how to encourage a struggling stranger; to them, i.e., to my Publishers and the select Reviewers, I say cordially, Gentle-men, I thank you from my heart. Having thus acknowledged what I owe those who have aided and approved me, I turn to another class; a small one, so far as I know, but not, therefore, to be overlooked. I mean the timo-rous or carping few who doubt the tendency of such books as “Jane Eyre;” in whose eyes whatever is unusual is wrong; whose ears detect in each protest against bigotry—that parent of crime—an insult to piety, that regent of God on earth. I would suggest to such doubters certain obvious distinctions; I would remind them of certain simple truths. Conventionality is not morality. Self-righteousness is not religion. To attack the first is not to assail the last. To pluck the mask from the face of the Pharisee, is not to lift an impi-ous hand to the Crown of Thorns. These things and deeds are diametrically opposed: they are as distinct as is vice from virtue. Men too often confound them: they should not be confounded: appearance should not be mistaken for truth; narrow human doctrines, that only tend to elate and magnify a few, should not be substituted for the world-redeeming creed of Christ. There is—I repeat it— a difference; and it is a good, and not a bad action to mark broadly and clearly the line of separation between them. The world may not like to see these ideas dissevered, for it has been accustomed to blend them; finding it convenient to make external show pass for sterling worth—to let white-washed walls vouch for clean shrines. It may hate him who dares to scrutinise and expose—to rase the gilding, and show base metal under it—to penetrate the sepulchre, and reveal charnel relics: but hate as it will, it is indebted to him. Ahab did not like Micaiah, because he never prophesied good concerning him, but evil; probably he liked the syco-phant son of Chenaannah better; yet might Ahab have es-caped a bloody death, had he but stopped his ears to flattery, and opened them to faithful counsel. There is a man in our own days whose words are not framed to tickle delicate ears: who, to my thinking, comes before the great ones of society, much as the son of Imlah came before the throned Kings of Judah and Israel; and who speaks truth as deep, with a power as prophet-like and as vital—a mien as dauntless and as daring. Is the satirist of Vanity Fair admired in high places? I cannot tell; but I think if some of those amongst whom he hurls the Greek fire of his sarcasm, and over whom he flashes the levin-brand of his denunciation, were to take his warnings in time—they or their seed might yet escape a fatal Rimoth-Gilead. Why have I alluded to this man? I have alluded to him, Reader, because I think I see in him an intellect profounder and more unique than his contemporaries have yet recognised; because I regard him as the first social regenerator of the day— as the very master of that working corps who would restore to rectitude the warped system of things; because I think no commentator on his writings has yet found the comparison that suits him, the terms which rightly characterise his talent. They say he is like Fielding: they talk of his wit, humour, comic powers. He resembles Fielding as an eagle does a vul-ture: Fielding could stoop on carrion, but Thackeray never does. His wit is bright, his humour attractive, but both bear the same relation to his serious genius that the mere lambent sheet-lightning playing under the edge of the summer-cloud does to the electric death-spark hid in its womb. Finally, I have alluded to Mr. Thackeray, because to him—if he will accept the tribute of a total stranger—I have dedicated this second edition of Jane Eyre. Currer Bell December 21st, 1847