michelangelo painting

high up against the wall filled with musical instruments. Here I
walked about for a long time, feeling very strange, and mortally
apprehensive of some one coming in and kidnapping me; for I believed
in kidnappers, their exploits having frequently figured in Bessie's
fireside chronicles. At last the guard returned; once more I was
stowed away in the coach, my protector mounted his own seat, sounded
The afternoon came on wet and somewhat misty: as it waned into
dusk, I began to feel that we were getting very far indeed from
Gateshead: we ceased to pass through towns; the country changed; great
grey hills heaved up round the horizon: as twilight deepened, we
descended a valley, dark with wood, and long after night had
overclouded the prospect, I heard a wild wind rushing amongst trees.
Lulled by the sound, I at last dropped asleep; I had not long
slumbered when the sudden cessation of motion awoke me; the coach-door
was open, and a person like a servant was standing at it: I saw her
face and dress by the light of the lamps.
'Is there a little girl called Jane Eyre here?' she asked. I
answered 'Yes', and was then lifted out; my trunk was handed down, and
the coach instantly drove away.