Jane Eyre Character Analysis

Shocked, that’s all I could feel the night my husband told me we were taking in his no good, destructive, and disobedient niece, Jane Eyre. I hated Jane, but I was forced to be nice to her because of my husband.
I heard this theory that was going around town, that Jane killed her parents, and suddenly one night my husband fell ill and died, I’m pretty sure Jane poisoned him. What made everything worse was the fact that he had the audacity to demand me, to care for Jane once he passed. I remember the conversation went something like this,
“Dear, please take care of little Jane for me, treat her like our own.
“Excuse me? Take care of that…that disobedient..entitled...smug--” I couldn’t believe him! He wanted me to keep that little terror in
Brocklehurst, the supervisor of Lowood Institute, a boarding school for orphaned girls. When this man arrived, he entered into my breakfast room to greet me and stood like a black pillar, dark and tall with grey eyes and bushy brows. This man seemed odd to me from the very beginning of our encounter when he continued standing after declining my offer to sit down. I was glad this man seemed somewhat intimidating though, only because I was hoping it would make Jane feel as though she wasn’t able to just slip away happily from my household after treating me like such garbage for the years I so willingly kept her in my care. Our private conversation seemed to last for hours, as Jane really was taking her sweet time to come down to the breakfast room to greet our guest. While obtaining my spot near the fireside, I saw the doorknob finally twist and the little imp that is Jane entered the room. I made a signal for her to approach and I introduced her to Mr.
I think her intention was to hurt me but she could not have nearly as much hatred for me than I have for her. I only treated her with kindness and gave her all a child needs to survive; a lot more than she could have said without my help. Yet her she was dissing everything that I was and had given her for far too many years. She proved my point in this moment of everything I suspected but already knew of her; she was practically dripping in ungratefulness. She even went as far as to say that she would trash my name if anyone asked about me in her life away from here. I calmed myself down and played parent with her. I tried to reason with her by telling