簡(jiǎn)愛
During the next few days, Mrs. Reed got sicker. Every day I spent some time caring for her. The rest of the time I sat with Eliza and Georgiana, who had decided to speak to me.They wanted to tell me about theri plans for the future. It was quite clear to me that they did not love their mother, and wanted her to die so that they could leave Gateshead. One dark night I visited the dying woman. She ;lay in her bed, sleeping. For a while I stared out the window at the rain. I wondered about the great mystery of life and death. 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?