MissTemple，throughallchanges，hadthusfarcontinuedsuperintendentoftheseminary:toherinstructionIowedthebestpartofmyacquirements;herfriendshipandsocietyhadbeenmycontinualsolace;shehadstoodmeinthesteadofmother，governess，and，latterly，companion。Atthisperiodshemarried，removedwithherhusband（aclergyman，anexcellentman，almostworthyofsuchawife）toadistantcounty，andconsequentlywaslosttome。
FromthedaysheleftIwasnolongerthesame:withherwasgoneeverysettledfeeling，everyassociationthathadmadeLowoodinsomedegreeahometome。Ihadimbibedfromhersomethingofhernatureandmuchofherhabits:moreharmoniousthoughts:whatseemedbetterregulatedfeelingshadbecometheinmatesofmymind。Ihadgiveninallegiancetodutyandorder;Iwasquiet;IbelievedIwascontent:totheeyesofothers，usuallyeventomyown，Iappearedadisciplinedandsubduedcharacter。
Butdestiny，intheshapeoftheRev。Mr。Nasmyth，camebetweenmeandMissTemple:Isawherinhertravellingdressstepintoapost—chaise，shortlyafterthemarriageceremony;Iwatchedthechaisemountthehillanddisappearbeyonditsbrow;andthenretiredtomyownroom，andtherespentinsolitudethegreatestpartofthehalf—holidaygrantedinhonouroftheoccasion。
Iwalkedaboutthechambermostofthetime。Iimaginedmyselfonlytoberegrettingmyloss，andthinkinghowtorepairit;butwhenmyreflectionswereconcluded，andIlookedupandfoundthattheafternoonwasgone，andeveningfaradvanced，anotherdiscoverydawnedonme，namely，thatintheintervalIhadundergoneatransformingprocess;thatmymindhadputoffallithadborrowedofMissTemple—orratherthatshehadtakenwithherthesereneatmosphereIhadbeenbreathinginhervicinity—andthatnowIwasleftinmynaturalelement，andbeginningtofeelthestirringofoldemotions。Itdidnotseemasifapropwerewithdrawn，butratherasifamotiveweregone:itwasnotthepowertobetranquilwhichhadfailedme，butthereasonfortranquillitywasnomore。MyworldhadforsomeyearsbeeninLowood:myexperiencehadbeenofitsrulesandsystems;nowIrememberedthattherealworldwaswide，andthatavariedfieldofhopesandfears，ofsensationsandexcitements，awaitedthosewhohadcouragetogoforthintoitsexpanse，toseekrealknowledgeoflifeamidstitsperils。
Iwenttomywindow，openedit，andlookedout。Therewerethetwowingsofthebuilding;therewasthegarden;thereweretheskirtsofLowood;therewasthehillyhorizon。Myeyepassedallotherobjectstorestonthosemostremote，thebluepeaks;itwasthoseIlongedtosurmount;allwithintheirboundaryofrockandheathseemedprison—ground，exilelimits。Itracedthewhiteroadwindingroundthebaseofonemountain，andvanishinginagorgebetweentwo;howIlongedtofollowitfarther！IrecalledthetimewhenIhadtravelledthatveryroadinacoach;Iremembereddescendingthathillattwilight;anageseemedtohaveelapsedsincethedaywhichbroughtmefirsttoLowood，andIhadneverquitteditsince。Myvacationshadallbeenspentatschool:Mrs。ReedhadneversentformetoGateshead;neithershenoranyofherfamilyhadeverbeentovisitme。Ihadhadnocommunicationbyletterormessagewiththeouterworld:school—rules，school—duties，school—habitsandnotions，andvoices，andfaces，andphrases，andcostumes，andpreferences，andantipathies—suchwaswhatIknewofexistence。AndnowIfeltthatitwasnotenough;Itiredoftheroutineofeightyearsinoneafternoon。Idesiredliberty;forlibertyIgasped;forlibertyIutteredaprayer;itseemedscatteredonthewindthenfaintlyblowing。Iabandoneditandframedahumblersupplication;forchange，stimulus:thatpetition，too，seemedsweptoffintovaguespace:“Then，”Icried，halfdesperate，“grantmeatleastanewservitude！”