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"
O
aunt
!
have
pity
!
Forgive
me
!
I
can
not
endure
it
--
let
me
be
punished
some
other
way
!
I
shall
be
killed
if
--
"
"
Silence
!
This
violence
is
all
most
repulsive
"
;
and
so
,
no
doubt
,
she
felt
it
.
I
was
a
precocious
actress
in
her
eyes
;
she
sincerely
looked
on
me
as
a
compound
of
virulent
passions
,
mean
spirit
,
and
dangerous
duplicity
.
Bessie
and
Abbot
having
retreated
,
Mrs.
Reed
,
impatient
of
my
now
frantic
anguish
and
wild
sobs
,
abruptly
thrust
me
back
and
locked
me
in
,
without
farther
parley
.
I
heard
her
sweeping
away
;
and
soon
after
she
was
gone
,
I
suppose
I
had
a
species
of
fit
:
unconsciousness
closed
the
scene
.
The
next
thing
I
remember
is
,
waking
up
with
a
feeling
as
if
I
had
had
a
frightful
nightmare
,
and
seeing
before
me
a
terrible
red
glare
,
crossed
with
thick
black
bars
.
I
heard
voices
,
too
,
speaking
with
a
hollow
sound
,
and
as
if
muffled
by
a
rush
of
wind
or
water
:
agitation
,
uncertainty
,
and
an
all-predominating
sense
of
terror
confused
my
faculties
.
Ere
long
,
I
became
aware
that
some
one
was
handling
me
;
lifting
me
up
and
supporting
me
in
a
sitting
posture
,
and
that
more
tenderly
than
I
had
ever
been
raised
or
upheld
before
.
I
rested
my
head
against
a
pillow
or
an
arm
,
and
felt
easy
.
In
five
minutes
more
the
cloud
of
bewilderment
dissolved
:
I
knew
quite
well
that
I
was
in
my
own
bed
,
and
that
the
red
glare
was
the
nursery
fire
.
It
was
night
:
a
candle
burnt
on
the
table
;
Bessie
stood
at
the
bed-foot
with
a
basin
in
her
hand
,
and
a
gentleman
sat
in
a
chair
near
my
pillow
,
leaning
over
me
.
I
felt
an
inexpressible
relief
,
a
soothing
conviction
of
protection
and
security
,
when
I
knew
that
there
was
a
stranger
in
the
room
,
an
individual
not
belonging
to
Gateshead
,
and
not
related
to
Mrs.
Reed
.
Turning
from
Bessie
(
though
her
presence
was
far
less
obnoxious
to
me
than
that
of
Abbot
,
for
instance
,
would
have
been
)
,
I
scrutinised
the
face
of
the
gentleman
:
I
knew
him
;
it
was
Mr.
Lloyd
,
an
apothecary
,
sometimes
called
in
by
Mrs.
Reed
when
the
servants
were
ailing
:
for
herself
and
the
children
she
employed
a
physician
.
"
Well
,
who
am
I
?
"
he
asked
.
I
pronounced
his
name
,
offering
him
at
the
same
time
my
hand
:
he
took
it
,
smiling
and
saying
,
"
We
shall
do
very
well
by-and-by
.
"
Then
he
laid
me
down
,
and
addressing
Bessie
,
charged
her
to
be
very
careful
that
I
was
not
disturbed
during
the
night
.
Having
given
some
further
directions
,
and
intimates
that
he
should
call
again
the
next
day
,
he
departed
;
to
my
grief
:
I
felt
so
sheltered
and
befriended
while
he
sat
in
the
chair
near
my
pillow
;
and
as
he
closed
the
door
after
him
,
all
the
room
darkened
and
my
heart
again
sank
:
inexpressible
sadness
weighed
it
down
.
"
Do
you
feel
as
if
you
should
sleep
,
Miss
?
"
asked
Bessie
,
rather
softly
.
