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it
ought
to
be
improved
to
the
spiritual
edification
of
the
pupils
,
by
encouraging
them
to
evince
fortitude
under
temporary
privation
.
A
brief
address
on
those
occasions
would
not
be
mistimed
,
wherein
a
judicious
instructor
would
take
the
opportunity
of
referring
to
the
sufferings
of
the
primitive
Christians
;
to
the
torments
of
martyrs
;
to
the
exhortations
of
our
blessed
Lord
Himself
,
calling
upon
His
disciples
to
take
up
their
cross
and
follow
Him
;
to
His
warnings
that
man
shall
not
live
by
bread
alone
,
but
by
every
word
that
proceedeth
out
of
the
mouth
of
God
;
to
His
divine
consolations
,
"
If
ye
suffer
hunger
or
thirst
for
My
sake
,
happy
are
ye
.
"
Oh
,
madam
,
when
you
put
bread
and
cheese
,
instead
of
burnt
porridge
,
into
these
children
's
mouths
,
you
may
indeed
feed
their
vile
bodies
,
but
you
little
think
how
you
starve
their
immortal
souls
!
"
Mr.
Brocklehurst
again
paused
--
perhaps
overcome
by
his
feelings
.
Miss
Temple
had
looked
down
when
he
first
began
to
speak
to
her
;
but
she
now
gazed
straight
before
her
,
and
her
face
,
naturally
pale
as
marble
,
appeared
to
be
assuming
also
the
coldness
and
fixity
of
that
material
;
especially
her
mouth
,
closed
as
if
it
would
have
required
a
sculptor
's
chisel
to
open
it
,
and
her
brow
settled
gradually
into
petrified
severity
.
Meantime
,
Mr.
Brocklehurst
,
standing
on
the
hearth
with
his
hands
behind
his
back
,
majestically
surveyed
the
whole
school
.
Suddenly
his
eye
gave
a
blink
,
as
if
it
had
met
something
that
either
dazzled
or
shocked
its
pupil
;
turning
,
he
said
in
more
rapid
accents
than
he
had
hitherto
used
--
"
Miss
Temple
,
Miss
Temple
,
what
--
what
is
that
girl
with
curled
hair
?
Red
hair
,
ma'am
,
curled
--
curled
all
over
?
"
And
extending
his
cane
he
pointed
to
the
awful
object
,
his
hand
shaking
as
he
did
so
.
"
It
is
Julia
Severn
,
"
replied
Miss
Temple
,
very
quietly
.
"
Julia
Severn
,
ma'am
!
And
why
has
she
,
or
any
other
,
curled
hair
?
Why
,
in
defiance
of
every
precept
and
principle
of
this
house
,
does
she
conform
to
the
world
so
openly
--
here
in
an
evangelical
,
charitable
establishment
--
as
to
wear
her
hair
one
mass
of
curls
?
"
"
Julia
's
hair
curls
naturally
,
"
returned
Miss
Temple
,
still
more
quietly
.
"
Naturally
!
Yes
,
but
we
are
not
to
conform
to
nature
;
I
wish
these
girls
to
be
the
children
of
Grace
:
and
why
that
abundance
?
I
have
again
and
again
intimated
that
I
desire
the
hair
to
be
arranged
closely
,
modestly
,
plainly
.
Miss
Temple
,
that
girl
's
hair
must
be
cut
off
entirely
;
I
will
send
a
barber
to-morrow
:
and
I
see
others
who
have
far
too
much
of
the
excrescence
--
that
tall
girl
,
tell
her
to
turn
round
.
Tell
all
the
first
form
to
rise
up
and
direct
their
faces
to
the
wall
.
"
Miss
Temple
passed
her
handkerchief
over
her
lips
,
as
if
to
smooth
away
the
involuntary
smile
that
curled
them
;
she
gave
the
order
,
however
,
and
when
the
first
class
could
take
in
what
was
required
of
them
,
they
obeyed
.
Leaning
a
little
back
on
my
bench
,
I
could
see
the
looks
and
grimaces
with
which
they
commented
on
this
manoeuvre
:
it
was
a
pity
Mr.
Brocklehurst
could
not
see
them
too
;
he
would
perhaps
have
felt
that
,
whatever
he
might
do
with
the
outside
of
the
cup
and
platter
,
the
inside
was
further
beyond
his
interference
than
he
imagined
.
He
scrutinised
the
reverse
of
these
living
medals
some
five
minutes
,
then
pronounced
sentence
.
These
words
fell
like
the
knell
of
doom
--
