PARTFOUR-LIFEATMOORHOUSECHAPTERTWENTY-ONESt.John'sSecret Ihadtwentyvillagegirlstoteach.Someofthemspokeinsuchastrong,countryspeechthatIcouldbarelyunderstandthem.TheirwordsdidnotseemliketheEnglishlanguage.Onlythreeofthegirlscouldread,andnonecouldwrite.Attheendofmyfirstday,Iknewtherewouldbemuchhardworktodo.ButItoldmyselfthatIwasluckytohaveanykindofwork. "Besides,thesearegoodgirls,andtheywanttolearn,justlikeIdidwhenIwastheirage,"Ithought.EversinceIhadleftThornfieldIhadthoughtofMr.Rochestereverydayandnight.Thatevening,istoodatthedoorofmyhouse,lookingatthesunsetandthequietfields.IallowedmyselftoimagineagainthelifeIcouldhavehadwithMr.Rochester.Hewouldhavelovedmeverymuchforawhile. "Hedidloveme,"Ithought, "nobodywilleverlovemelikethatagain."ButIknewthatIwouldonlyhavebeenhismistress,nothiswife.Oneday,hewouldhavebecometiredofme.Intime,Iwouldbehappierhereasaschoolteacher.Iwouldbealone,butatleastIwouldbehonest.Butwhenhecametovisitme,St.JohnRiverfoundmecrying.Heaskedme."Areyousorryyoutookthisjob?""Ohno,"Isaid,"IknowIwillenjoyit.AndI'msogratefultohaveahome,andworktodo.Afewweeksago,Ihadnothing."