Jane Eayre Fryer, The Mary Frances Story Book; or…
“ She turned toward him, and repeated the word, “Cruel?”“He accuses himself too strongly, Bertha,” said Dot. “You’ll say so, presently. You’ll be the first to tell him so.”“He, cruel to me?” cried Bertha, with an unbelieving smile.“Not meaning to be, my child,” said Caleb, “but I have been, although I never knew it until yesterday. My dear blind daughter, forgive me. The world, dear heart, is not as you imagine it. It is not as I have represented it. The eyes you have trusted in have been false to you.” ”
