WHERE WAS THE JANE EYRE OF YESTERDAY? — WHERE WAS HER LIFE? — WHERE WERE HER PROSPECTS? JANE EYRE, WHO HAD BEEN AN ARDENT, EXPECTANT WOMAN — ALMOST A BRIDE — WAS A COLD, SOLITARY GIRL AGAIN: HER LIFE WAS PALE; HER PROSPECTS WERE DESOLATE. A CHRISTMAS FROST HAD COME AT MIDSUMMER.” THE GREAT CLASSIC OF LOVE, GRIEF, AND THE TRIUMPH OF A WOMAN’S INDEPENDENT SPIRIT. . . . . . . . .