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The
teachers
looked
at
her
with
a
sort
of
surprise
.
"
It
is
to
be
done
on
my
responsibility
,
"
she
added
,
in
an
explanatory
tone
to
them
,
and
immediately
afterwards
left
the
room
.
The
bread
and
cheese
was
presently
brought
in
and
distributed
,
to
the
high
delight
and
refreshment
of
the
whole
school
.
The
order
was
now
given
"
To
the
garden
!
"
Each
put
on
a
coarse
straw
bonnet
,
with
strings
of
coloured
calico
,
and
a
cloak
of
grey
frieze
.
I
was
similarly
equipped
,
and
,
following
the
stream
,
I
made
my
way
into
the
open
air
.
The
garden
was
a
wide
inclosure
,
surrounded
with
walls
so
high
as
to
exclude
every
glimpse
of
prospect
;
a
covered
verandah
ran
down
one
side
,
and
broad
walks
bordered
a
middle
space
divided
into
scores
of
little
beds
:
these
beds
were
assigned
as
gardens
for
the
pupils
to
cultivate
,
and
each
bed
had
an
owner
.
When
full
of
flowers
they
would
doubtless
look
pretty
;
but
now
,
at
the
latter
end
of
January
,
all
was
wintry
blight
and
brown
decay
.
I
shuddered
as
I
stood
and
looked
round
me
:
it
was
an
inclement
day
for
outdoor
exercise
;
not
positively
rainy
,
but
darkened
by
a
drizzling
yellow
fog
;
all
under
foot
was
still
soaking
wet
with
the
floods
of
yesterday
.
The
stronger
among
the
girls
ran
about
and
engaged
in
active
games
,
but
sundry
pale
and
thin
ones
herded
together
for
shelter
and
warmth
in
the
verandah
;
and
amongst
these
,
as
the
dense
mist
penetrated
to
their
shivering
frames
,
I
heard
frequently
the
sound
of
a
hollow
cough
.
As
yet
I
had
spoken
to
no
one
,
nor
did
anybody
seem
to
take
notice
of
me
;
I
stood
lonely
enough
:
but
to
that
feeling
of
isolation
I
was
accustomed
;
it
did
not
oppress
me
much
.
I
leant
against
a
pillar
of
the
verandah
,
drew
my
grey
mantle
close
about
me
,
and
,
trying
to
forget
the
cold
which
nipped
me
without
,
and
the
unsatisfied
hunger
which
gnawed
me
within
,
delivered
myself
up
to
the
employment
of
watching
and
thinking
.
My
reflections
were
too
undefined
and
fragmentary
to
merit
record
:
I
hardly
yet
knew
where
I
was
;
Gateshead
and
my
past
life
seemed
floated
away
to
an
immeasurable
distance
;
the
present
was
vague
and
strange
,
and
of
the
future
I
could
form
no
conjecture
.
I
looked
round
the
convent-like
garden
,
and
then
up
at
the
house
--
a
large
building
,
half
of
which
seemed
grey
and
old
,
the
other
half
quite
new
.
The
new
part
,
containing
the
schoolroom
and
dormitory
,
was
lit
by
mullioned
and
latticed
windows
,
which
gave
it
a
church-like
aspect
;
a
stone
tablet
over
the
door
bore
this
inscription
:
-
"
Lowood
Institution
.
--
This
portion
was
rebuilt
A.
D.
--
by
Naomi
Brocklehurst
,
of
Brocklehurst
Hall
,
in
this
county
.
"
"
Let
your
light
so
shine
before
men
,
that
they
may
see
your
good
works
,
and
glorify
your
Father
which
is
in
heaven
.
"
--
St.
Matt
.
v.
16
.
I
read
these
words
over
and
over
again
:
I
felt
that
an
explanation
belonged
to
them
,
and
was
unable
fully
to
penetrate
their
import
.
I
was
still
pondering
the
signification
of
"
Institution
,
"
and
endeavouring
to
make
out
a
connection
between
the
first
words
and
the
verse
of
Scripture
,
when
the
sound
of
a
cough
close
behind
me
made
me
turn
my
head
.
I
saw
a
girl
sitting
on
a
stone
bench
near
;
she
was
bent
over
a
book
,
on
the
perusal
of
which
she
seemed
intent
:
from
where
I
stood
I
could
see
the
title
--
it
was
"
Rasselas
;
"
a
name
that
struck
me
as
strange
,
and
consequently
attractive
.
In
turning
a
leaf
she
happened
to
look
up
,
and
I
said
to
her
directly
--
"
Is
your
book
interesting
?
"
I
had
already
formed
the
intention
of
asking
her
to
lend
it
to
me
some
day
.
