... JANE EYRE CHARLOTTE BRONTE Chapter 14 For several subsequent days I saw little of Mr. Rochester. In the mornings ... water had turned it to fetid puddle. I was your equal at eighteen quite your equal. Nature meant me to be, on the whole, a good man, Miss Eyre; one of the better kind, and you see I am not ... at night. During this interval, even Adele was seldom sent for to his presence, and all my acquaintance with him was confined to an occasional rencontre in the hall, on the stairs, or in the...