First light. Jane Eyre is leaving a mansion house. She makes no noise, controlling her emotions lest they give her away. She runs across a meadow, flushed and breathless; the hem of her plain, black dress soaked with dew. She carries a shawl and has a small bag of belongings over her shoulder.
She trips, falls to her knees; looks back. Expressive eyes, open features. She is desperate. We see the house she is running from; a Jacobean battlemented mansion. She can’t tear her eyes away. But her need to escape is so great that she crawls forward until she is able to raise herself to her feet.
She reaches a stile, lifts herself on to it, lands on the road – and runs.
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breakfast
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breakfast
