Shirley by Charlotte BrontĂ« (best books to read for teens .TXT) đ
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Shirley, published in 1849, was Charlotte BrontĂ«âs second novel after Jane Eyre. Published under her pseudonym of âCurrer Bell,â it differs in several respects from that earlier work. It is written in the third person with an omniscient narrator, rather than the first-person of Jane Eyre, and incorporates the themes of industrial change and the plight of unemployed workers. It also features strong pleas for the recognition of womenâs intellect and right to their independence of thought and action.
Set in the West Riding of Yorkshire during the Napoleonic period of the early 19th Century, the novel describes the confrontations between textile manufacturers and organized groups of workers protesting the introduction of mechanical looms. Three characters stand out: Robert Moore, a mill-owner determined to introduce modern methods despite sometimes violent opposition; his young cousin Caroline Helstone, who falls deeply in love with Robert; and Shirley Keeldar, a rich heiress who comes to live in the estate of Fieldhead, on whose land Robertâs mill stands. Robertâs business is in trouble, not so much because of the protests of the workers but because of a government decree which prevents him selling his finished cloth overseas during the duration of the war with Napoleon. He receives a loan from Miss Keeldar, and her interest in him seems to be becoming a romantic one, much to the distress of Caroline, who pines away for lack of any sign of affection from Robert.
Shirley Keeldar is a remarkable female character for the time: strong, very independent-minded, dismissive of much of the standard rules of society, and determined to decide on her own future. Interestingly, up to this point, the name âShirleyâ was almost entirely a male name; Shirleyâs parents had hoped for a boy. Such was the success of BrontĂ«âs novel, however, that it became increasingly popular as a female name and is now almost exclusively so.
Although never as popular or successful as the more classically romantic Jane Eyre, Shirley is nevertheless now highly regarded by critics.
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âââA minute, madam,â I said, keeping my hand on the door-handle before I opened it. âWe have had a long conversation this morning, but the last word has not been spoken yet. It is yours to speak it.â
âââMay I pass?â
âââNo; I guard the door. I would almost rather die than let you leave me just now, without speaking the word I demand.â
âââWhat dare you expect me to say?â
âââWhat I am dying and perishing to hear; what I must and will hear; what you dare not now suppress.â
âââMr. Moore, I hardly know what you mean. You are not like yourself.â
âI suppose I hardly was like my usual self, for I scared herâ âthat I could see. It was right: she must be scared to be won.
âââYou do know what I mean, and for the first time I stand before you myself. I have flung off the tutor, and beg to introduce you to the man. And remember, he is a gentleman.â
âShe trembled. She put her hand to mine as if to remove it from the lock. She might as well have tried to loosen, by her soft touch, metal welded to metal. She felt she was powerless, and receded; and again she trembled.
âWhat change I underwent I cannot explain, but out of her emotion passed into me a new spirit. I neither was crushed nor elated by her lands and gold; I thought not of them, cared not for them. They were nothingâ âdross that could not dismay me. I saw only herselfâ âher young beautiful form, the grace, the majesty, the modesty of her girlhood.
âââMy pupil,â I said.
âââMy master,â was the low answer.
âââI have a thing to tell you.â
âShe waited with declined brow and ringlets drooped.
âââI have to tell you that for four years you have been growing into your tutorâs heart, and that you are rooted there now. I have to declare that you have bewitched me, in spite of sense, and experience, and difference of station and estate. You have so looked, and spoken, and moved; so shown me your faults and your virtuesâ âbeauties rather, they are hardly so stern as virtuesâ âthat I love youâ âlove you with my life and strength. It is out now.â
âShe sought what to say, but could not find a word. She tried to rally, but vainly. I passionately repeated that I loved her.
âââWell, Mr. Moore, what then?â was the answer I got, uttered in a tone that would have been petulant if it had not faltered.
âââHave you nothing to say to me? Have you no love for me?â
âââA little bit.â
âââI am not to be tortured. I will not even play at present.â
âââI donât want to play; I want to go.â
âââI wonder you dare speak of going at this moment. You go! What! with my heart in your hand, to lay it on your toilet and pierce it with your pins? From my presence you do not stir, out of my reach you do not stray, till I receive a hostageâ âpledge for pledgeâ âyour heart for mine.â
âââThe thing you want is mislaidâ âlost some time since. Let me go and seek it.â
âââDeclare that it is where your keys often areâ âin my possession.â
âââYou ought to know. And where are my keys, Mr. Moore? Indeed and truly I have lost them again; and Mrs. Gill wants some money, and I have none, except this sixpence.â
âShe took the coin out of her apron pocket, and showed it in her palm. I could have trifled with her, but it would not do; life and death were at stake. Mastering at once the sixpence and the hand that held it, I demanded, âAm I to die without you, or am I to live for you?â
âââDo as you please. Far be it from me to dictate your choice.â
âââYou shall tell me with your own lips whether you doom me to exile or call me to hope.â
âââGo; I can bear to be left.â
âââPerhaps I too can bear to leave you. But reply, Shirley, my pupil, my sovereignâ âreply.â
âââDie without me if you will; live for me if you dare.â
âââI am not afraid of you, my leopardess. I dare live for and with you, from this hour till my death. Now, then, I have you. You are mine. I will never let you go. Wherever my home be, I have chosen my wife. If I stay in England, in England you will stay; if I cross the Atlantic, you will cross it also. Our lives are riveted, our lots intertwined.â
âââAnd are we equal, then, sir? are we equal at last?â
âââYou are younger, frailer, feebler, more ignorant than I.â
âââWill you be good to me, and never tyrannize?â
âââWill you let me breathe, and not bewilder me? You must not smile at present. The world swims and changes round me. The sun is a dizzying scarlet blaze, the sky a violet vortex whirling over me.â
âI am a strong man, but I staggered as I spoke. All creation was exaggerated. Colour grew more vivid, motion more rapid, life itself more vital. I hardly saw her for a moment, but I heard her voiceâ âpitilessly sweet. She would not subdue one of her charms in compassion. Perhaps she did not know what I felt.
âââYou name me leopardess. Remember, the leopardess is tameless,â said she.
âââTame or fierce, wild or subdued, you are mine.â
âââI am glad I know my keeper and am used to him. Only his voice will I follow; only his hand shall manage me; only at his feet will I repose.â
âI took her back to her seat, and sat down by her side. I wanted to hear her speak again. I could never have enough of her voice and her words.
âââHow much do you love me?â I asked.
âââAh! you know. I will not gratify youâ âI will not flatter.â
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