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Barbara
went
out
:
she
returned
soon
--
"
Madam
,
Mrs.
Harden
says
she
has
sent
up
the
usual
quantity
.
"
Mrs.
Harden
,
be
it
observed
,
was
the
housekeeper
:
a
woman
after
Mr.
Brocklehurst
's
own
heart
,
made
up
of
equal
parts
of
whalebone
and
iron
.
"
Oh
,
very
well
!
"
returned
Miss
Temple
;
"
we
must
make
it
do
,
Barbara
,
I
suppose
.
"
And
as
the
girl
withdrew
she
added
,
smiling
,
"
Fortunately
,
I
have
it
in
my
power
to
supply
deficiencies
for
this
once
.
"
Having
invited
Helen
and
me
to
approach
the
table
,
and
placed
before
each
of
us
a
cup
of
tea
with
one
delicious
but
thin
morsel
of
toast
,
she
got
up
,
unlocked
a
drawer
,
and
taking
from
it
a
parcel
wrapped
in
paper
,
disclosed
presently
to
our
eyes
a
good-sized
seed-cake
.
"
I
meant
to
give
each
of
you
some
of
this
to
take
with
you
,
"
said
she
,
"
but
as
there
is
so
little
toast
,
you
must
have
it
now
,
"
and
she
proceeded
to
cut
slices
with
a
generous
hand
.
We
feasted
that
evening
as
on
nectar
and
ambrosia
;
and
not
the
least
delight
of
the
entertainment
was
the
smile
of
gratification
with
which
our
hostess
regarded
us
,
as
we
satisfied
our
famished
appetites
on
the
delicate
fare
she
liberally
supplied
.
Tea
over
and
the
tray
removed
,
she
again
summoned
us
to
the
fire
;
we
sat
one
on
each
side
of
her
,
and
now
a
conversation
followed
between
her
and
Helen
,
which
it
was
indeed
a
privilege
to
be
admitted
to
hear
.
Miss
Temple
had
always
something
of
serenity
in
her
air
,
of
state
in
her
mien
,
of
refined
propriety
in
her
language
,
which
precluded
deviation
into
the
ardent
,
the
excited
,
the
eager
:
something
which
chastened
the
pleasure
of
those
who
looked
on
her
and
listened
to
her
,
by
a
controlling
sense
of
awe
;
and
such
was
my
feeling
now
:
but
as
to
Helen
Burns
,
I
was
struck
with
wonder
.
The
refreshing
meal
,
the
brilliant
fire
,
the
presence
and
kindness
of
her
beloved
instructress
,
or
,
perhaps
,
more
than
all
these
,
something
in
her
own
unique
mind
,
had
roused
her
powers
within
her
.
They
woke
,
they
kindled
:
first
,
they
glowed
in
the
bright
tint
of
her
cheek
,
which
till
this
hour
I
had
never
seen
but
pale
and
bloodless
;
then
they
shone
in
the
liquid
lustre
of
her
eyes
,
which
had
suddenly
acquired
a
beauty
more
singular
than
that
of
Miss
Temple
's
--
a
beauty
neither
of
fine
colour
nor
long
eyelash
,
nor
pencilled
brow
,
but
of
meaning
,
of
movement
,
of
radiance
.
Then
her
soul
sat
on
her
lips
,
and
language
flowed
,
from
what
source
I
can
not
tell
.
Has
a
girl
of
fourteen
a
heart
large
enough
,
vigorous
enough
,
to
hold
the
swelling
spring
of
pure
,
full
,
fervid
eloquence
?
Such
was
the
characteristic
of
Helen
's
discourse
on
that
,
to
me
,
memorable
evening
;
her
spirit
seemed
hastening
to
live
within
a
very
brief
span
as
much
as
many
live
during
a
protracted
existence
.
