Rochester « Chapter 12 » Thornfield Righteous EstateI awoke nearer to lunch than breakfast time. Someone had lit a fire on the grate and opened the chintz curtains. I sat up in the oh-so-comfortable bed with a smile on my face. My little chamber was the picture of coziness.Late autumn sunshine poured in over the floral pattern on the papered walls and the thick Persian carpet on the buffed cherry wood floor. I wasn’t in Lowood anymore!I rose and dressed, eager for the day. I felt my life was embarking upon a new and better epoch, one with flowers among the thorns. Thank you, I said silently to my guardian angel.To meet my new employer and pupil, I chose one of my navy teacher’s dresses and a medium-sized linen collar with lace trim that covered my shoulders. Georgiana had called me plain, and the description fit.I am no martyr, titillated by a hair shirt. I wish I were pretty, with rosy cheeks and a pert nose. That my lips were full and dark—or at least more than a mere horizontal line above my chin.
