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Mrs.
Reed
looked
up
from
her
work
;
her
eye
settled
on
mine
,
her
fingers
at
the
same
time
suspended
their
nimble
movements
.
"
Go
out
of
the
room
;
return
to
the
nursery
,
"
was
her
mandate
.
My
look
or
something
else
must
have
struck
her
as
offensive
,
for
she
spoke
with
extreme
though
suppressed
irritation
.
I
got
up
,
I
went
to
the
door
;
I
came
back
again
;
I
walked
to
the
window
,
across
the
room
,
then
close
up
to
her
.
Speak
I
must
:
I
had
been
trodden
on
severely
,
and
must
turn
:
but
how
?
What
strength
had
I
to
dart
retaliation
at
my
antagonist
?
I
gathered
my
energies
and
launched
them
in
this
blunt
sentence
--
"
I
am
not
deceitful
:
if
I
were
,
I
should
say
I
loved
you
;
but
I
declare
I
do
not
love
you
:
I
dislike
you
the
worst
of
anybody
in
the
world
except
John
Reed
;
and
this
book
about
the
liar
,
you
may
give
to
your
girl
,
Georgiana
,
for
it
is
she
who
tells
lies
,
and
not
I.
"
Mrs.
Reed
's
hands
still
lay
on
her
work
inactive
:
her
eye
of
ice
continued
to
dwell
freezingly
on
mine
.
"
What
more
have
you
to
say
?
"
she
asked
,
rather
in
the
tone
in
which
a
person
might
address
an
opponent
of
adult
age
than
such
as
is
ordinarily
used
to
a
child
.
That
eye
of
hers
,
that
voice
stirred
every
antipathy
I
had
.
Shaking
from
head
to
foot
,
thrilled
with
ungovernable
excitement
,
I
continued
--
"
I
am
glad
you
are
no
relation
of
mine
:
I
will
never
call
you
aunt
again
as
long
as
I
live
.
I
will
never
come
to
see
you
when
I
am
grown
up
;
and
if
any
one
asks
me
how
I
liked
you
,
and
how
you
treated
me
,
I
will
say
the
very
thought
of
you
makes
me
sick
,
and
that
you
treated
me
with
miserable
cruelty
.
"
"
How
dare
you
affirm
that
,
Jane
Eyre
?
"
"
How
dare
I
,
Mrs.
Reed
?
How
dare
I
?
Because
it
is
the
truth
.
You
think
I
have
no
feelings
,
and
that
I
can
do
without
one
bit
of
love
or
kindness
;
but
I
can
not
live
so
:
and
you
have
no
pity
.
I
shall
remember
how
you
thrust
me
back
--
roughly
and
violently
thrust
me
back
--
into
the
red-room
,
and
locked
me
up
there
,
to
my
dying
day
;
though
I
was
in
agony
;
though
I
cried
out
,
while
suffocating
with
distress
,
'
Have
mercy
!
Have
mercy
,
Aunt
Reed
!
'
And
that
punishment
you
made
me
suffer
because
your
wicked
boy
struck
me
--
knocked
me
down
for
nothing
.
I
will
tell
anybody
who
asks
me
questions
,
this
exact
tale
.
People
think
you
a
good
woman
,
but
you
are
bad
,
hard-hearted
.
You
are
deceitful
!
"
