nude oil painting

think I should tremble in this way when I saw him, or lose my voice or
the power of motion in his presence. I will go back as soon as I can
stir: I need not make an absolute fool of myself. I know another way
to the house. It does not signify if I knew twenty ways; for he has
seen me.
'Hillo!' he cries; and he puts up his book and his pencil. 'There
you are! Come on, if you please.'
I suppose I do come on; though in what fashion I know not; being
scarcely cognisant of my movements, and solicitous only to appear
calm; and, above all, to control the working muscles of my face- which
I feel rebel insolently against my will, and struggle to express
what I had resolved to conceal. But I have a veil- it is down: I may
make shift yet to behave with decent composure.
'And this is Jane Eyre? Are you coming from Millcote, and on
foot? Yes- just one of your tricks: not to send for a carriage, and
come clattering over street and road like a common mortal, but to
steal into the vicinage of your home along with twilight, just as if
you were a dream or a shade. What the deuce have you done with
yourself this last month?'
'I have been with my aunt, sir, who is dead.'