One dark night I visited the dying woman. She ;lay in her bed, sleeping. For a while I started out the window at the rain. [-----2-----]I remembered my firend Helen Burns, who had been dead for nin years now. She had been so sure she would go to heaven. I wondered, would Mrs. Reed go there too?
"Who are you, girl?" I heard the sick woman saying. "I have to see Jane Eyre. I must tell her something... the truth..."
"I am Jane Eyre, aunt," I told her gently.
[-----3-----] "I know I am ill and old," she said in a weak voice. "Before I die, you must know something about yourself. I must tell you what I have done. Jane Eyre, there is a letter on my desk. Take it and read it."
I found the letter quickly. It said:
Dear Mrs. Reed,
Please tell me where I can find my niece, Miss Jane Eyre. I am not married and have no children, so Jane will receive all my money and property when I die. I would like here to come to see me in Madeira, and perhaps live here.
John Eyre