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that attitude；” &c。 &c。
a chapter having been read through twice； the books were closed and the girls examined。 the lesson had prised part of the reign of charles i。； and there were sundry questions about tonnage and poundage and ship…money； which most of them appeared unable to answer； still； every little difficulty was solved instantly when it reached burns： her memory seemed to have retained the substance of the whole lesson； and she was ready with answers on every point。 i kept expecting that miss scatcherd would praise her attention； but； instead of that； she suddenly cried out—
“you dirty； disagreeable girl！ you have never cleaned your nails this morning！”
burns made no answer： i wondered at her silence。 “why；” thought i； “does she not explain that she could neither clean her nails nor wash her face； as the water was frozen？”
my attention was now called off by miss smith desiring me to hold a skein of thread： while she was winding it； she talked to me from time to time； asking whether i had ever been at school before； whether i could mark； stitch； knit； &c。； till she dismissed me； i could not pursue my observations on miss scatcherd’s movements。 when i returned to my seat； that lady was just delivering an order of which i did not catch the import； but burns immediately left the class； and going into the small inner room where the books were kept； returned in half a minute； carrying in her hand a bundle of twigs tied together at one end。 this ominous tool she presented to miss scatcherd with a respectful curtesy； then she quietly； and without being told； unloosed her pinafore； and the teacher instantly and sharply inflicted on her neck a dozen strokes with the bunch of twigs。 not a tear rose to burns’ eye； and； while i paused from my sewing； because my fingers quivered at this spectacle with a sentiment of unavailing and impotent anger； not a feature of her pensive face altered its ordinary expression。
“hardened girl！” exclaimed miss scatcherd； “nothing can correct you of your slatternly habits： carry the rod away。”
burns obeyed： i looked at her narrowly as she emerged from the book…closet； she was just putting back her handkerchief into her pocket； and the trace of a tear glistened on her thin cheek。
the play…hour in the evening i thought the pleasantest fraction of the day at lowood： the bit of bread； the draught of coffee swallowed at five o’clock had revived vitality； if it had not satisfied hunger： the long restraint of the day was slackened； the schoolroom felt warmer than in the morning—its fires being allowed to burn a little more brightly； to supply； in some measure； the place of candles； not yet introduced： the ruddy gloaming； the licensed uproar； the confusion of many voices gave one a wele sense of liberty。
on the evening of the day on which i had seen miss scatcherd flog her pupil； burns； i wandered as usual among the forms and tables and laughing groups without a panion； yet not feeling lonely： when i passed the windows； i now and then lifted a blind； and looked out； it snowed fast； a drift was already forming against the lower panes； putting my ear close to the window； i could distinguish from the gleeful tumult within； the disconsolate moan of the wind outside。
probably； if i had lately left a good home and kind parents； this would have been the hour when i should most keenly have regretted the separation； that wind would then have saddened my heart； this obscure chaos would have disturbed my peace！ as it was； i derived from both a strange excitement； and reckless and feverish； i wished the wind to howl more wildly； the gloom to deepen to darkness； and the confusion to rise to clamour。
jumping over forms； and creeping under tables； i made my way to one of the fire…places； there； kneeling by the high wire fender； i found burns； absorbed； silent； abstracted from all round her by the panionship of a book； which she read by the dim glare of the embers。
“is it still rasselas？” i asked； ing behind her。
“yes；” she said； “and i have just finished it。”
and in five minutes more she shut it up。 i was glad of this。 “now；” thought i； “i can perhaps get her to talk。” i sat down by her on the floor。
“what is your name besides burns？”
“helen。”
“do you e a long way from here？”
“i e from a place farther north； quite on the borders of scotland。”
“will you ever go back？”
“i hope so； but nobody can be sure of the future。”
“you must wish to leave lowood？”
“no！ why should i？ i was sent to lowood to get an education； and it would be of no use going away until i have attained that object。”
“but that teacher； miss scatcherd； is so cruel to you？”
“cruel？ not at all！ she is severe： she dislikes my faults。”
“and if i were in your place i should dislike her； i should resist her。 if she struck me with that rod； i should get it from her hand； i should break it under her nose。”
“probably you would do nothing of the sort： but if you did； mr。 brocklehurst would expel you from the school； that would be a great grief to your relations。 it is far better to endure patiently a smart which nobody feels but yourself； than to mit a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend to all connected with you； and besides； the bible bids us return good for evil。”
“but then it seems disgraceful to be flogged； and to be sent to stand in the middle of a room full of people； and you are such a great girl： i am far younger than you； and i could not bear it。”
“yet it would be your duty to bear it； if you could not avoid it： it is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear。”
i heard her with wonder： i could not prehend this doctrine of endurance； and still less could i understand or sympathise with the forbearance she expressed for her chastiser。 still i felt that helen burns considered things by a light invisible to my eyes。 i suspected she might be right and i wrong； but i would not ponder the matter deeply； like felix； i put it off to a more convenient season。
“you say you have faults； helen： what are they？ to me you seem very good。”
“then learn from me； not to judge by appearances： i am； as miss scatcherd said； slatternly； i seldom put； and never keep； things； in order； i am careless； i forget rules； i read when i should learn my lessons； i have no method； and sometimes i say； like you； i cannot bear to be subjected to systematic arrangements。 this is all very provoking to miss scatcherd； who is naturally neat； punctual； and particular。”
“and cross and cruel；” i added； but helen burns would not admit my addition： she kept silence。
“is miss temple as severe to you as miss scatcherd？”
at the utterance of miss temple’s name； a soft smile flitted over her grave face。
“miss temple is full of goodness； it pains her to be severe to any one； even the worst in the school： she sees my errors； and tells me of them gently； and； if i do anything worthy of praise； she gives me my meed liberally。 one strong proof of my wretchedly defective nature is； that even her expostulations； so mild； so rational； have not influence to cure me of my faults； and even her praise； though