She was on the armchair next to the window where she would spend most of the time when she didn't ave to babysit Adelle. Gazing at her brown face with fiery glances, the sun was dying over the hill. Night came in closer and closer. Nightbirds were hitting the air with silent shots of wings and the willow was sighing in the sweet touch of nature. Her years heard nothing but the sweet music which Mother Nature was playing. Tonight the music Mother Nature was playing held something enchanted in its accords, as if the last song of a dying mermaid had been transmuted to it.... Mr Rochester came in as usual, holding Adelle's hand in his, smoking from his cigar. He took hhis place next to the fireplace, opening the book he had opened last night. His feminine features were delicately accentuated by the never resting flames in the fire. Jane was either backwards to him or watching Adelle as she was playing withe her dolls. Their sights hardly met, especially when Jane was in her rare moments of daydreaming... Tonight, her whole ttention had been caught by the distant shout of a dire wolf... The secrets the wood held always stirred her mind and made her imagine things of allmost unearthly origins...
Her shy, yet warm voice started to sing....
'Willow, willow... have you heard the skies when they cry?
Willow, willow, have you sensed the tears when they fly?
Oh, willow, willow, willow.... how much it takes to try...
Willow, willow, willow, willow, what does it cost you
to sing along with the rye?'...
The cigar fell onto his shoe, whilst the book was still winding in his hand, trying to come back to the trap of his delicate hands... Adelle was sweeping silently, but her eyes caught a glimpse of sadness, as if she had remembered something of distant times. jane was still mumbling the song, while moving her curved hands into the air, immitating the movement of the sad willow's canopy one.
The sound of a little bell broke the silence which had landed among the three, making Jane turn her sight to Mr Rochester.... 'The guests are here... Adelle, voules-vous aller dehors, ma cherie?'. 'Oui, mademoiselle. And the girl made herself unseen. ' You are the only one to whom she speaks so gently and to whom she loves to talk to.' 'Oh, no, sir, she is just .... well, she is... I really can't explain it, but I am glad she has finally come out oh her shell. Sir, is that the bracelt I gave you a few months ago?, asked Jane dazzled.' 'Suprisingly, yes, Jane. Yet I still believe you shouldn't have to. 'Oh, no sir. It was a pleasure.' Jane knew that Mr Rochester would never accpet a gift especially from a woman. However, she had the power necessary to make him do so. 'Sir, I... I would like to speak to you... Well, Jane do go on... YOu know I can never refuse you, especially on such surreal dusk as this...
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