Everyone knows the story of Jane Eyre, and if you didn't, then why would you be reading this? The story goes that a poor orphan child named Jane Eyre was brought to her wealthy aunt and uncle to be raised, however, her uncle died and his dying wish was that she be treated as one of his own children. Jane's aunt, Mrs. Reed, did not take his into account in the way that Mr. Reed would have liked, and poor Jane grew up unloved and shunned from society. She was sent to school, where she became educate and was a teacher as well, then became a governess for the little ward of Mr. Edward Fairfax Rochester. They fell in love, he turned out to be married to another woman, she left him and eventually, they ended up together. However, the way the story was told by Miss Eyre is not entirely true. She told it in the way that seemed to shame everyone less, and the true story resulted in utter chaos.
Up until Miss Eyre went out on her own, all was true, minus a few events towards the very end of that story. How it really went was that Miss Eyre and Mr. Rochester, after the events with the large group of people that stayed at Thornsfield Hall, found themselves in Mr. Rochester's bed, and nine months later, a child was born. Ashamed, Jane left after she had realized that she was with child and had Mr. Rochester's daughter on her own. Unable to provide much for herself and her daughter, she gave up her daughter to an Irish couple that was headed to Ireland. Mr. Rochester spent those seven months apart from his Jane looking for her, and a few days after she had given up her daughter, he found her. He brought her home and cared for her, as she was very ill, and when a fire consumed Thornsfield and claimed the life of Mr. Rochester'a crazed wife, and shortly after, Mr. Rochester married Miss Eye. The story came out to Mr. Rochester as to why his Jane left him, and he was angry. He wanted his daughter back, but he knew that Miss Eyre did the right thing as far as giving up that child went.
The year then was 1843, and then twenty years later, it was 1863. They had been married twenty years and had three children: Anastasia, Edward and Mirabella. Anastasia, the eldest, was eighteen and married to a rich man in London. Edward, who was fourteen, was still at school. Mirabella was eight, and we parents decided to keep her home with a governess. It seemed that the bastard daughter was forgotten, until a single name in the paper came up. It was tied to a rebellion in Ireland, to a young woman described to have dark hair and dark eyes, very much like Mr. Rochester. It was the name, however, that led them to travel to Ireland in a small Anglicized village called Adamstowne in County Meath.
I watched them approach from a distance, curiously wondering who they were and why they were here. Perhaps they were relatives of a friend of mine named Ainsley. She, as far as we knew, was orphaned, and lived with us in our cottage. Or maybe they were relatives to another girl that lived with us, Jennifer. I watched them knock on the door and the woman we lived with, Maureen O'Reilly, answered it. They disappeared inside, and nothing else notable happened.
Later that evening, I went inside and found them conversing with Jennifer, so I concluded that they were her relatives. As I was going up the stairs, I heard Maureen say loudly, "I assume ye still want te see dear Emily Rochester. I believe I heard her come in. Emily! Do come down and see our visitors!"
