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nced； then paused by the crib side： my hand was on the curtain； but i preferred speaking before i withdrew it。 i still recoiled at the dread of seeing a corpse。
“helen！” i whispered softly； “are you awake？”
she stirred herself； put back the curtain； and i saw her face； pale； wasted； but quite posed： she looked so little changed that my fear was instantly dissipated。
“can it be you； jane？” she asked； in her own gentle voice。
“oh！” i thought； “she is not going to die； they are mistaken： she could not speak and look so calmly if she were。”
i got on to her crib and kissed her： her forehead was cold； and her cheek both cold and thin； and so were her hand and wrist； but she smiled as of old。
“why are you e here； jane？ it is past eleven o’clock： i heard it strike some minutes since。”
“i came to see you； helen： i heard you were very ill； and i could not sleep till i had spoken to you。”
“you came to bid me good…bye； then： you are just in time probably。”
“are you going somewhere； helen？ are you going home？”
“yes； to my long home—my last home。”
“no； no； helen！” i stopped； distressed。 while i tried to devour my tears； a fit of coughing seized helen； it did not； however； wake the nurse； when it was over； she lay some minutes exhausted； then she whispered—
“jane； your little feet are bare； lie down and cover yourself with my quilt。”
i did so： she put her arm over me； and i nestled close to her。 after a long silence； she resumed； still whispering—
“i am very happy； jane； and when you hear that i am dead； you must be sure and not grieve： there is nothing to grieve about。 we all must die one day； and the illness which is removing me is not painful； it is gentle and gradual： my mind is at rest。 i leave no one to regret me much： i have only a father； and he is lately married； and will not miss me。 by dying young； i shall escape great sufferings。 i had not qualities or talents to make my way very well in the world： i should have been continually at fault。”
“but where are you going to； helen？ can you see？ do you know？”
“i believe； i have faith： i am going to god。”
“where is god？ what is god？”
“my maker and yours； who will never destroy what he created。 i rely implicitly on his power； and confide wholly in his goodness： i count the hours till that eventful one arrives which shall restore me to him； reveal him to me。”
“you are sure； then； helen； that there is such a place as heaven； and that our souls can get to it when we die？”
“i am sure there is a future state； i believe god is good； i can resign my immortal part to him without any misgiving。 god is my father； god is my friend： i love him； i believe he loves me。”
“and shall i see you again； helen； when i die？”
“you will e to the same region of happiness： be received by the same mighty； universal parent； no doubt； dear jane。”
again i questioned； but this time only in thought。 “where is that region？ does it exist？” and i clasped my arms closer round helen； she seemed dearer to me than ever； i felt as if i could not let her go； i lay with my face hidden on her neck。 presently she said； in the sweetest tone—
“how fortable i am！ that last fit of coughing has tired me a little； i feel as if i could sleep： but don’t leave me； jane； i like to have you near me。”
“i’ll stay with you； dear helen： no one shall take me way。”
“are you warm； darling？”
“yes。”
“good…night； jane。”
“good…night； helen。”
she kissed me； and i her； and we both soon slumbered。
when i awoke it was day： an unusual movement roused me； i looked up； i was in somebody’s arms； the nurse held me； she was carrying me through the passage back to the dormitory。 i was not reprimanded for leaving my bed； people had something else to think about； no explanation was afforded then to my many questions； but a day or two afterwards i learned that miss temple； on returning to her own room at dawn； had found me laid in the little crib； my face against helen burns’s shoulder； my arms round her neck。 i was asleep； and helen was—dead。
her grave is in brocklebridge churchyard： for fifteen years after her death it was only covered by a grassy mound； but now a grey marble tablet marks the spot； inscribed with her name； and the word “resurgam。”
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Chapter 10
（／／小｜//说//网）
hitherto i have recorded in detail the events of my insignificant existence： to the first ten years of my life i have given almost as many chapters。 but this is not to be a regular autobiography。 i am only bound to invoke memory where i know her responses will possess some degree of interest； therefore i now pass a space of eight years almost in silence： a few lines only are necessary to keep up the links of connection。
when the typhus fever had fulfilled its mission of devastation at lowood； it gradually disappeared from thence； but not till its virulence and the number of its victims had drawn public attention on the school。 inquiry was made into the origin of the scourge； and by degrees various facts came out which excited public indignation in a high degree。 the unhealthy nature of the site； the quantity and quality of the children’s food； the brackish； fetid water used in its preparation； the pupils’ wretched clothing and acmodations—all these things were discovered； and the discovery produced a result mortifying to mr。 brocklehurst； but beneficial to the institution。
several wealthy and benevolent individuals in the county subscribed largely for the erection of a more convenient building in a better situation； new regulations were made； improvements in diet and clothing introduced； the funds of the school were intrusted to the management of a mittee。 mr。 brocklehurst； who； from his wealth and family connections； could not be overlooked； still retained the post of treasurer； but he was aided in the discharge of his duties by gentlemen of rather more enlarged and sympathising minds： his office of inspector； too； was shared by those who knew how to bine reason with strictness； fort with economy； passion with uprightness。 the school； thus improved； became in time a truly useful and noble institution。 i