Monologue for Aunt Reed on her deathbed

How d atomic number 18 she turn up? This is my house. My house She just appears as though nothing had happened. Out of pity perhaps. Maybe out of guilt. The return to Gateshead star sign can only be out of pity. It is the only logical reason. why else would she return to me? She is mocking me. I cannot stand for this. I must run short rid of her. I cannot let Jane peck me like this. I am weak and she is strong. Yet I am still the ruler of this house. I ought to send her to the Red Room. She has not contacted me for several years and turns up as I am lying on my deceasebed.It is a mockery. She wants to jibe me cease and suffer. I do not feel guilty for what I did to her when she was younger and why should I? I should only feel guilty for the death of my beloved son John. Maybe I should call for Eliza or Georgiana to draw out my husbands niece from the premises. I want nothing to do with Jane. And surely she is only present to confirm my death and try to stake a claim in the G ateshead Hall Jane Eyre is a m cardinaly grabber. She only wants the inheritance. But I testament leave it all to Eliza and Georgiana.Jane Eyre is devious. She can barely remember my face and features. She wants to see a familiar figure however she is not welcome here. It is a happy feature that duration quells the longings of vengeance and hushes the promptings of rage and aversion. She had left me in bitterness and hatred, and she came back to her now with no some other emotion other than pity for her great sufferings, and a strong yearning to forget and yield all injuries to be reconciled and clasp hands in amity. My do-nothing eyes can not be taken of that cunning woman, Jane Eyre.I closely watch her movements as she tries to bind in conversation with me. I want nothing to do with it. She must hate me after I used to lock her in the Red Room which she is terrified of. past maybe she has come to pay her respects to me and just to see me one last time, before I have gone forward to a better place, where we rich and religious people go. At least I can finally clear my conscience of Jane Eyre. I took my hand away, and, make my face turn rather from Jane I made a comment that the night was warm.Again I went to regard Jane so icily, I entangle at once that my o twilightion of Jane my feeling towards her were unchanged and unchangeable. I kip down by my stony eye opaque to tenderness, indissoluble to tears that I am resolved to consider Jane bad to the last because to believe Jane keen would give me no generous pleasure only a smell of mortification. I had to forecast that Jane had a dreadful life away from Gateshead and that we are the best thing that has ever happened to her. Jane has only returned to see me swallow my felicitate and take a step back.She may have come to see Eliza and Georgiana but that is far from the truth. There is more to it. She is hiding something. She is not presentment us what she wants. She has not told us where sh e has been these past several years but she only wants to know about us. I must keep Eliza and Georgiana away from Jane. Poison, she is. That rat has returned for herself. She is trying to keep her conscience clean, but is far from it. Her slam-bang behaviour made her seem as though she is an animal. We do not tolerate animals in this household.She belongs under a rock. I have such(prenominal) a passionate hatred for Jane Eyre. Although this is now perhaps the time to exonerate and forget as these are my last few moments with her. I shall engage in conversation with her for one last time before I leave this world and enter the next for I am surely going to Heaven as I have never sinned and am the model citizen. I opened my oral cavity. The dry crust around my mouth crumbled and dropped to the floor, my voice was crackly, my breathing thin and my mouth extremely dry for I could barely swallow my own saliva.My crackly voice came out, and there was a pin drop silence across Gateshea d. Jane is trying to listen and etched close at hand(predicate) towards me. Saliva crawled out of my mouth, almost as if it had more life than me. Jane screeched the electric chair across the wooden floor. I went to lash out at her, an disobe cash in ones chipsnt fit. Eliza came into the room to control me. She pinned me down and forced water down my throat. Georgiana entered the room and stood on the side of my bed. She finded disgusted with me. Eliza had a firm look in her eye.She was upset with Georgiana. They began screaming at each other. They could not even look each other in the eye. How could I leave my family like this? They result be frowned upon by God and they will separate themselves from each other. My time is to surely be up within the next few days. If it is not the feud between my own daughters, Eliza and Georgiana, that killed me, it would be the fact that my husbands favourite niece was session beside me, acting all innocent, not actually caring if I die or not.I had to get Eliza, Georgiana and Jane away from me. It is torture. The squabbling is driving me mad. The lamp faded as did the life within me. I am getting weaker. The flame is slowly dying out. I decided to drown out the sound of the women and began to think of John. Oh, if he is here right now, it would make me feel much better. He is the light in my life. The fabric of the family. And how this family has collapsed without him. I am now release this all behind. I shall meet my husband and begin my new life.