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"
Everybody
,
Jane
?
Why
,
there
are
only
eighty
people
who
have
heard
you
called
so
,
and
the
world
contains
hundreds
of
millions
.
"
"
But
what
have
I
to
do
with
millions
?
The
eighty
,
I
know
,
despise
me
.
"
"
Jane
,
you
are
mistaken
:
probably
not
one
in
the
school
either
despises
or
dislikes
you
:
many
,
I
am
sure
,
pity
you
much
.
"
"
How
can
they
pity
me
after
what
Mr.
Brocklehurst
has
said
?
"
"
Mr.
Brocklehurst
is
not
a
god
:
nor
is
he
even
a
great
and
admired
man
:
he
is
little
liked
here
;
he
never
took
steps
to
make
himself
liked
.
Had
he
treated
you
as
an
especial
favourite
,
you
would
have
found
enemies
,
declared
or
covert
,
all
around
you
;
as
it
is
,
the
greater
number
would
offer
you
sympathy
if
they
dared
.
Teachers
and
pupils
may
look
coldly
on
you
for
a
day
or
two
,
but
friendly
feelings
are
concealed
in
their
hearts
;
and
if
you
persevere
in
doing
well
,
these
feelings
will
ere
long
appear
so
much
the
more
evidently
for
their
temporary
suppression
.
Besides
,
Jane
"
--
she
paused
.
"
Well
,
Helen
?
"
said
I
,
putting
my
hand
into
hers
:
she
chafed
my
fingers
gently
to
warm
them
,
and
went
on
--
"
If
all
the
world
hated
you
,
and
believed
you
wicked
,
while
your
own
conscience
approved
you
,
and
absolved
you
from
guilt
,
you
would
not
be
without
friends
.
"
"
No
;
I
know
I
should
think
well
of
myself
;
but
that
is
not
enough
:
if
others
do
n't
love
me
I
would
rather
die
than
live
--
I
can
not
bear
to
be
solitary
and
hated
,
Helen
.
Look
here
;
to
gain
some
real
affection
from
you
,
or
Miss
Temple
,
or
any
other
whom
I
truly
love
,
I
would
willingly
submit
to
have
the
bone
of
my
arm
broken
,
or
to
let
a
bull
toss
me
,
or
to
stand
behind
a
kicking
horse
,
and
let
it
dash
its
hoof
at
my
chest
--
"
"
Hush
,
Jane
!
you
think
too
much
of
the
love
of
human
beings
;
you
are
too
impulsive
,
too
vehement
;
the
sovereign
hand
that
created
your
frame
,
and
put
life
into
it
,
has
provided
you
with
other
resources
than
your
feeble
self
,
or
than
creatures
feeble
as
you
.
Besides
this
earth
,
and
besides
the
race
of
men
,
there
is
an
invisible
world
and
a
kingdom
of
spirits
:
that
world
is
round
us
,
for
it
is
everywhere
;
and
those
spirits
watch
us
,
for
they
are
commissioned
to
guard
us
;
and
if
we
were
dying
in
pain
and
shame
,
if
scorn
smote
us
on
all
sides
,
and
hatred
crushed
us
,
angels
see
our
tortures
,
recognise
our
innocence
(
if
innocent
we
be
:
as
I
know
you
are
of
this
charge
which
Mr.
Brocklehurst
has
weakly
and
pompously
repeated
at
second-hand
from
Mrs.
Reed
;
for
I
read
a
sincere
nature
in
your
ardent
eyes
and
on
your
clear
front
)
,
and
God
waits
only
the
separation
of
spirit
from
flesh
to
crown
us
with
a
full
reward
.
Why
,
then
,
should
we
ever
sink
overwhelmed
with
distress
,
when
life
is
so
soon
over
,
and
death
is
so
certain
an
entrance
to
happiness
--
to
glory
?
"
