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PART ONE - LIFE AT GATESHEAD CHAPTER ONE The Fight John did not love his mother or his sisters, and he hated me. He was always cruel to me. Sometimes he hit me, and sometimes he just [-----1-----] me. But I was always afraid when he was near. I did
PART ONE - LIFE AT GATESHEAD CHAPTER ONE The Fight We couldn't go outside at all on that cold, [-----1-----] afternoon.The rain was pouring down, and the wind was blowing hard.I didn't care, I was happy to stay indoors.Trying to take long walks in t
(MUSIC) Our story is called The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County. It was written by Mark Twain. Here is Shep ONeal with the story. (MUSIC) STORYTELLER: A friend of mine in the East asked me to visit old Simon Wheeler, to ask about my frie
(MUSIC) Today's story is called The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. It is about something strange that happed long ago in a valley called Sleepy Hollow. It was written by Washington Irving. The story is told by Doug Johnson. (MUSIC) Narrator: The valley kn
The old Indian was sitting in the snow. It was Koskoosh, former chief of his tribe. Now all he could do was sit and listen to the others. His eyes were old, he could not see. But his ears were wide open to every sound. Aha, that was the sound of his
Our story today is called A Girl for Walter. It was written by Theodore Jacobs, here is Shep O'Neal with the story. We never knew what Walter was. But we called him, ur, idiot. We called him that without knowing if he really was as foolish and stupi
Now the special English program American Stories. Our story today is Hard Rock Maple. It is about two people living in New England. They seemed like the hard rock maple trees, often found in that area. Nothing can make them move. Today's story was w
And now the weekly Special English program American Stories. Our story today is called Marshal in Rome, it was written by May Brisken. Here is Keg Lant with our story. Often when he stood next to his wife, Marshal reminded me of an unhappy dog. His
Our story this week is called The God of His Fathers. It was written by Jack London in the year nineteen-oh-one. Here is Shep O'Neal with the story. (MUSIC). Storyteller: Silently the wolves circled the herd of caribou deer. Gray bellies close to th
Ferndean Manor was a pretty old house in the forest. As I came near, the door of the house opened and Edward Rochester came out! [-----1-----]. He looked as strong as before and his hair was still black, but in his face I saw a bitter, desperate look
All right, St. John. I said softly, feeling that my heart was breaking. If God gives me a sign that He really wants me to marry you, I will agree! God has answered my prayers! said St. John. We stood toghether in the house, waiting for a sign from Go
He kissed me. I'm no better than that old, broken tree at Thornfield, he said. I can't expect to have a fresh young flower like you by my side, all my life! You are still stong, sir, and [-----1-----]. Jane, will you marry me, a poor blind man with o
St. John and I spent many hours together, studying. [-----1-----]. When I was with him I felt that I was losing the freedom to be myself, Jane Eyre, and do the things I liked. St. John always wanted me to be serious. Soon, I never laughed or even smi
Diana, Mary, and I had a wonderful Chiristmas week. We took walks on the moors, read, and sang together. We were even happier to know that we were independent women now, because of our new money. But [-----1-----]. He continued to study all the time,
I promised St. John that I would teach at the Morton school until Christmas. then he could find another teacher. On the last day of school, St. John came to see me as I said goodbye to my students. [-----1-----]. Jane, your students have already lear
You see, Mr. Briggs spoke of a Jane Eyre, but I only knew a Jane Elliott, said St. John. Are you Jane Eyre? Well, yes. I cried. But doesn't Mr. Briggs know anything at all about Mr. Rochester? Briggs isn't interested in Mr. Rochester. He's interested
It's very nice to hear you say these things, he said. He was not upset by my words. I will let myself think about her for fifteen minutes. And he put his watch on the table and sat down, closing his eyes. Married to the lovely Rosamund Oliver! Let me
After St. John left me, it began to snow. It snowed all night and the next day. In the evening, I was sitting by the fire and had just begun to read when I heard a knock at the door. St. John came inside the house, covered in snow. It something wrong
After traveling for two days, I arrived on the moor, a huge area with grass and many hills. After the coach left, I realized that I had left my clothes inside it, and that [-----1-----]. I was alone on the open moor! There were many white roads that
I believed I could. I thought that one day, I would find a woman who would understand my problem, and accept me anyway. Did you find one, sir? No, Jane, but [-----1-----]. I tried taking mistresses. But finally, unhappy and disappointed with my life,