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From
this
window
were
visible
the
porter
's
lodge
and
the
carriage-road
,
and
just
as
I
had
dissolved
so
much
of
the
silver-white
foliage
veiling
the
panes
as
left
room
to
look
out
,
I
saw
the
gates
thrown
open
and
a
carriage
roll
through
.
I
watched
it
ascending
the
drive
with
indifference
;
carriages
often
came
to
Gateshead
,
but
none
ever
brought
visitors
in
whom
I
was
interested
;
it
stopped
in
front
of
the
house
,
the
door-bell
rang
loudly
,
the
new-comer
was
admitted
.
All
this
being
nothing
to
me
,
my
vacant
attention
soon
found
livelier
attraction
in
the
spectacle
of
a
little
hungry
robin
,
which
came
and
chirruped
on
the
twigs
of
the
leafless
cherry-tree
nailed
against
the
wall
near
the
casement
.
The
remains
of
my
breakfast
of
bread
and
milk
stood
on
the
table
,
and
having
crumbled
a
morsel
of
roll
,
I
was
tugging
at
the
sash
to
put
out
the
crumbs
on
the
window-sill
,
when
Bessie
came
running
upstairs
into
the
nursery
.
"
Miss
Jane
,
take
off
your
pinafore
;
what
are
you
doing
there
?
Have
you
washed
your
hands
and
face
this
morning
?
"
I
gave
another
tug
before
I
answered
,
for
I
wanted
the
bird
to
be
secure
of
its
bread
:
the
sash
yielded
;
I
scattered
the
crumbs
,
some
on
the
stone
sill
,
some
on
the
cherry-tree
bough
,
then
,
closing
the
window
,
I
replied
--
"
No
,
Bessie
;
I
have
only
just
finished
dusting
.
"
"
Troublesome
,
careless
child
!
and
what
are
you
doing
now
?
You
look
quite
red
,
as
if
you
had
been
about
some
mischief
:
what
were
you
opening
the
window
for
?
"
I
was
spared
the
trouble
of
answering
,
for
Bessie
seemed
in
too
great
a
hurry
to
listen
to
explanations
;
she
hauled
me
to
the
washstand
,
inflicted
a
merciless
,
but
happily
brief
scrub
on
my
face
and
hands
with
soap
,
water
,
and
a
coarse
towel
;
disciplined
my
head
with
a
bristly
brush
,
denuded
me
of
my
pinafore
,
and
then
hurrying
me
to
the
top
of
the
stairs
,
bid
me
go
down
directly
,
as
I
was
wanted
in
the
breakfast-room
.
I
would
have
asked
who
wanted
me
:
I
would
have
demanded
if
Mrs.
Reed
was
there
;
but
Bessie
was
already
gone
,
and
had
closed
the
nursery-door
upon
me
.
I
slowly
descended
.
For
nearly
three
months
,
I
had
never
been
called
to
Mrs.
Reed
's
presence
;
restricted
so
long
to
the
nursery
,
the
breakfast
,
dining
,
and
drawing-rooms
were
become
for
me
awful
regions
,
on
which
it
dismayed
me
to
intrude
.
I
now
stood
in
the
empty
hall
;
before
me
was
the
breakfast-room
door
,
and
I
stopped
,
intimidated
and
trembling
.
What
a
miserable
little
poltroon
had
fear
,
engendered
of
unjust
punishment
,
made
of
me
in
those
days
!
I
feared
to
return
to
the
nursery
,
and
feared
to
go
forward
to
the
parlour
;
ten
minutes
I
stood
in
agitated
hesitation
;
the
vehement
ringing
of
the
breakfast-room
bell
decided
me
;
I
must
enter
.
"
Who
could
want
me
?
"
I
asked
inwardly
,
as
with
both
hands
I
turned
the
stiff
door-handle
,
which
,
for
a
second
or
two
,
resisted
my
efforts
.
"
What
should
I
see
besides
Aunt
Reed
in
the
apartment
?
--
a
man
or
a
woman
?
"
The
handle
turned
,
the
door
unclosed
,
and
passing
through
and
curtseying
low
,
I
looked
up
at
--
a
black
pillar
!
--
such
,
at
least
,
appeared
to
me
,
at
first
sight
,
the
straight
,
narrow
,
sable-clad
shape
standing
erect
on
the
rug
:
the
grim
face
at
the
top
was
like
a
carved
mask
,
placed
above
the
shaft
by
way
of
capital
.
Mrs.
Reed
occupied
her
usual
seat
by
the
fireside
;
she
made
a
signal
to
me
to
approach
;
I
did
so
,
and
she
introduced
me
to
the
stony
stranger
with
the
words
:
"
This
is
the
little
girl
respecting
whom
I
applied
to
you
.
"
