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        JANE EYRE - CHAPTER VII

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         MY first quarter at Lowood seemed an age; and not the golden age

        either; it comprised an irksome struggle with difficulties in

        habituating myself to new rules and unwonted tasks. The fear of

        failure in these points harassed me worse than the physical

        hardships of my lot; though these were no trifles.

           During January, February, and part of March, the deep snows, and,

        after their melting, the almost impassable roads, prevented our

        stirring beyond the garden walls, except to go to church; but within

        these limits we had to pass an hour every day in the open air. Our

        clothing was insufficient to protect us from the severe cold: we had

        no boots, the snow got into our shoes and melted there: our ungloved

        hands became numbed and covered with chilblains, as were our feet: I

        remember well the distracting irritation I endured from this cause

        every evening, when my feet inflamed; and the torture of thrusting the

        swelled, raw, and stiff toes into my shoes in the morning. Then the

        scanty supply of food was distressing: with the keen appetites of

        growing children, we had scarcely sufficient to keep alive a

        delicate invalid. From this deficiency of nourishment resulted an

        abuse, which pressed hardly on the younger pupils: whenever the

        famished great girls had an opportunity, they would coax or menace the

        little ones out of their portion. Many a time I have shared between

        two claimants the precious morsel of brown bread distributed at

        teatime; and after relinquishing to a third half the contents of my

        mug of coffee, I have swallowed the remainder with an accompaniment of

        secret tears, forced from me by the exigency of hunger.

           Sundays were dreary days in that wintry season. We had to walk

        two miles to Brocklebridge Church, where our patron officiated. We set

        out cold, we arrived at church colder: during the morning service we

        became almost paralysed. It was too far to return to dinner, and an

        allowance of cold meat and bread, in the same penurious proportion

        observed in our ordinary meals, was served round between the services.

           At the close of the afternoon service we returned by an exposed and

        hilly road, where the bitter winter wind, blowing over a range of

        snowy summits to the north, almost flayed the skin from our faces.

           I can remember Miss Temple walking lightly and rapidly along our

        drooping line, her plaid cloak, which the frosty wind fluttered,

        gathered close about her, and encouraging us, by precept and

        example, to keep up our spirits, and march forward, as she said, 'like

        stalwart soldiers.' The other teachers, poor things, were generally

        themselves too much dejected to attempt the task of cheering others.

           How we longed for the light and heat of a blazing fire when we

        got back! But, to the little ones at least, this was denied: each

        hearth in the schoolroom was immediately surrounded by a double row of

        great girls, and behind them the younger children crouched in

        groups, wrapping their starved arms in their pinafores.

           A little solace came at tea-time, in the shape of a double ration

        of bread- a whole, instead of a half, slice- with the delicious

        addition of a thin scrape of butter: it was the hebdomadal treat to

        which we all looked forward from Sabbath to Sabbath. I generally

        contrived to reserve a moiety of this bounteous repast for myself; but

        the remainder I was invariably obliged to part with.

           The Sunday evening was spent in repeating, by heart, the Church

        Catechism, and the fifth, sixth, and seventh chapters of St.

        Matthew; and in listening to a long sermon, read by Miss Miller, whose

        irrepressible yawns attested her weariness. A frequent interlude of

        these performances was the enactment of the part of Eutychus by some

        half-dozen of little girls, who, overpowered with sleep, would fall

        down, if not out of the third loft, yet off the fourth form, and be

        taken up half dead. The remedy was, to thrust them forward into the

        centre of the schoolroom, and oblige them to stand there till the

        sermon was finished. Sometimes their feet failed them, and they sank

        together in a heap; they were then propped up with the monitors'

        high stools.

           I have not yet alluded to the visits of Mr. Brocklehurst; and

        indeed that gentleman was from home during the greater part of the

        first month after my arrival; perhaps prolonging his stay with his

        friend the archdeacon: his absence was a relief to me. I need not

        say that I had my own reasons for dreading his coming: but come he did

        at last.

           One afternoon (I had then been three weeks at Lowood), as I was

        sitting with a slate in my hand, puzzling over a sum in long division,

        my eyes, raised in abstraction to the window, caught sight of a figure

        just passing: I recognised almost instinctively that gaunt outline;

        and when, two minutes after, all the school, teachers included, rose

        en masse, it was not necessary for me to look up in order to ascertain

        whose entrance they thus greeted. A long stride measured the

        schoolroom, and presently beside Miss Temple, who herself had risen,

        stood the same black column which had frowned on me so ominously

        from the hearthrug of Gateshead. I now glanced sideways at this

        piece of architecture. Yes, I was right: it was Mr. Brocklehurst,

        buttoned up in a surtout, and looking longer, narrower, and more rigid

        than ever.

           I had my own reasons for being dismayed at this apparition; too

        well I remembered the perfidious hints given by Mrs. Reed about my

        disposition, etc.; the promise pledged by Mr. Brocklehurst to

        apprise Miss Temple and the teachers of my vicious nature. All along I

        had been dreading the fulfilment of this promise,- I had been

        looking out daily for the 'Coming Man,' whose information respecting

        my past life and conversation was to brand me as a bad child for ever:

        now there he was.

           He stood at Miss Temple's side; he was speaking low in her ear: I

        did not doubt he was making disclosures of my villainy; and I

        watched her eye with painful anxiety, expecting every moment to see

        its dark orb turn on me a glance of repugnance and contempt. I

        listened too; and as I happened to be seated quite at the top of the

        room, I caught most of what he said: its import relieved me from

        immediate apprehension.

           'I suppose, Miss Temple, the thread I bought at Lowton will do;

        it struck me that it would be just of the quality for the calico

        chemises, and I sorted the needles to match. You may tell Miss Smith

        that I forgot to make a memorandum of the darning needles, but she

        shall have some papers sent in next week; and she is not, on any

        account, to give out more than one at a time to each pupil: if they

        have more, they are apt to be careless and lose them. And, O ma'am!

        I wish the woollen stockings were better looked to!- when I was here

        last, I went into the kitchen-garden and examined the clothes drying

        on the line; there was a quantity of black hose in a very bad state of

        repair: from the size of the holes in them I was sure they had not

        been well mended from time to time.'

           He paused.

           'Your directions shall be attended to, sir,' said Miss Temple.

           'And, ma'am,' he continued, 'the laundress tells me some of the

        girls have two clean tuckers in the week: it is too much; the rules

        limit them to one.'

           'I think I can explain that circumstance, sir. Agnes and

        Catherine Johnstone were invited to take tea with some friends at

        Lowton last Thursday, and I gave them leave to put on clean tuckers

        for the occasion.'

           Mr. Brocklehurst nodded.

           'Well, for once it may pass; but please not to let the circumstance

        occur too often. And there is another thing which surprised me; I

        find, in settling accounts with the housekeeper, that a lunch,

        consisting of bread and cheese, has twice been served out to the girls

        during the past fortnight. How is this? I looked over the regulations,

        and I find no such meal as lunch mentioned. Who introduced this

        innovation? and by what authority?'

           'I must be responsible for the circumstance, sir,' replied Miss

        Temple: 'the breakfast was so ill prepared that the pupils could not

        possibly eat it; and I dared not allow them to remain fasting till

        dinner-time.'

           'Madam, allow me an instant. You are aware that my plan in bringing

        up these girls is, not to accustom them to habits of luxury and

        indulgence, but to render them hardy, patient, self-denying. Should

        any little accidental disappointment of the appetite occur, such as

        the spoiling of a meal, the under or the over dressing of a dish,

        the incident ought not to be neutralised by replacing with something

        more delicate the comfort lost, thus pampering the body and

        obviating the aim of this institution; it ought to be improved to

        the spiritual edification of the pupils, by encouraging them to evince

        fortitude under the 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 tomorrow: 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-

           'All those top-knots must be cut off.'

           Miss Temple seemed to remonstrate.

           'Madam,' he pursued, 'I have a Master to serve whose kingdom is not

        of this world: my mission is to mortify in these girls the lusts of

        the flesh; to teach them to clothe themselves with shame-facedness and

        sobriety, not with braided hair and costly apparel; and each of the

        young persons before us has a string of hair twisted in plaits which

        vanity itself might have woven; these, I repeat, must be cut off;

        think of the time wasted, of-'

           Mr. Brocklehurst was here interrupted: three other visitors,

        ladies, now entered the room. They ought to have come a little

        sooner to have heard his lecture on dress, for they were splendidly

        attired in velvet, silk, and furs. The two younger of the trio (fine

        girls of sixteen and seventeen) had grey beaver hats, then in fashion,

        shaded with ostrich plumes, and from under the brim of this graceful

        head-dress fell a profusion of light tresses, elaborately curled;

        the elder lady was enveloped in a costly velvet shawl, trimmed with

        ermine, and she wore a false front of French curls.

           These ladies were deferentially received by Miss Temple, as Mrs.

        and the Misses Brocklehurst, and conducted to seats of honour at the

        top of the room. It seems they had come in the carriage with their

        reverend relative, and had been conducting a rummaging scrutiny of the

        room upstairs, while he transacted business with the housekeeper,

        questioned the laundress, and lectured the superintendent. They now

        proceeded to address divers remarks and reproofs to Miss Smith, who

        was charged with the care of the linen and the inspection of the

        dormitories: but I had no time to listen to what they said; other

        matters called off and enchained my attention.

           Hitherto, while gathering up the discourse of Mr. Brocklehurst

        and Miss Temple, I had not, at the same time, neglected precautions to

        secure my personal safety; which I thought would be effected, if I

        could only elude observation. To this end, I had sat well back on

        the form, and while seeming to be busy with my sum, had held my

        slate in such a manner as to conceal my face: I might have escaped

        notice, had not my treacherous slate somehow happened to slip from

        my hand, and falling with an obtrusive crash, directly drawn every eye

        upon me; I knew it was all over now, and, as I stooped to pick up

        the two fragments of slate, I rallied my forces for the worst. It

        came.

           'A careless girl!' said Mr. Brocklehurst, and immediately after-

        'It is the new pupil, I perceive.' And before I could draw breath,

        'I must not forget I have a word to say respecting her.' Then aloud:

        how loud it seemed to me! 'Let the child who broke her slate come

        forward!'

           Of my own accord I could not have stirred; I was paralysed: but the

        two great girls who sat on each side of me, set me on my legs and

        pushed me towards the dread judge, and then Miss Temple gently

        assisted me to his very feet, and I caught her whispered counsel-

           'Don't be afraid, Jane, I saw it was an accident; you shall not

        be punished.'

           The kind whisper went to my heart like a dagger.

           'Another minute, and she will despise me for a hypocrite,'

        thought I; and an impulse of fury against Reed, Brocklehurst, and

        Co. bounded in my pulses at the conviction. I was no Helen Burns.

           'Fetch that stool,' said Mr. Brocklehurst, pointing to a very

        high one from which a monitor had just risen: it was brought.

           'Place the child upon it.'

           And I was placed there, by whom I don't know: I was in no condition

        to note particulars; I was only aware that they had hoisted me up to

        the height of Mr. Brocklehurst's nose, that he was within a yard of

        me, and that a spread of shot orange and purple silk pelisses and a

        cloud of silvery plumage extended and waved below me.

           Mr. Brocklehurst hemmed.

           'Ladies,' said he, turning to his family, 'Miss Temple, teachers,

        and children, you all see this girl?'

           Of course they did; for I felt their eyes directed like

        burning-glasses against my scorched skin.

           'You see she is yet young; you observe she possesses the ordinary

        form of childhood; God has graciously given her the shape that He

        has given to all of us; no signal deformity points her out as a marked

        character. Who would think that the Evil One had already found a

        servant and agent in her? Yet such, I grieve to say, is the case.'

           A pause- in which I began to steady the palsy of my nerves, and

        to feel that the Rubicon was passed; and that the trial, no longer

        to be shirked, must be firmly sustained.

           'My dear children,' pursued the black marble clergyman, with

        pathos, 'this is a sad, a melancholy occasion; for it becomes my

        duty to warn you, that this girl, who might be one of God's own lambs,

        is a little castaway: not a member of the true flock, but evidently an

        interloper and an alien. You must be on your guard against her; you

        must shun her example; if necessary, avoid her company, exclude her

        from your sports, and shut her out from your converse. Teachers, you

        must watch her: keep your eyes on her movements, weigh well her words,

        scrutinise her actions, punish her body to save her soul: if,

        indeed, such salvation be possible, for (my tongue falters while I

        tell it) this girl, this child, the native of a Christian land,

        worse than many a little heathen who says its prayers to Brahma and

        kneels before Juggernaut- this girl is- a liar!'

           Now came a pause of ten minutes, during which I, by this time in

        perfect possession of my wits, observed all the female Brocklehursts

        produce their pocket-handkerchiefs and apply them to their optics,

        while the elderly lady swayed herself to and fro, and the two

        younger ones whispered, 'How shocking!'

           Mr. Brocklehurst resumed.

           'This I learned from her benefactress; from the pious and

        charitable lady who adopted her in her orphan state, reared her as her

        own daughter, and whose kindness, whose generosity the unhappy girl

        repaid by an ingratitude so bad, so dreadful, that at last her

        excellent patroness was obliged to separate her from her own young

        ones, fearful lest her vicious example should contaminate their

        purity: she has sent her here to be healed, even as the Jews of old

        sent their diseased to the troubled pool of Bethesda; and, teachers,

        superintendent, I beg of you not to allow the waters to stagnate round

        her.'

           With this sublime conclusion, Mr. Brocklehurst adjusted the top

        button of his surtout, muttered something to his family, who rose,

        bowed to Miss Temple, and then all the great people sailed in state

        from the room. Turning at the door, my judge said-

           'Let her stand half an hour longer on that stool, and let no one

        speak to her during the remainder of the day.'

           There was I, then, mounted aloft; I, who had said I could not

        bear the shame of standing on my natural feet in the middle of the

        room, was now exposed to general view on a pedestal of infamy. What my

        sensations were, no language can describe; but just as they all

        rose, stifling my breath and constricting my throat, a girl came up

        and passed me: in passing, she lifted her eyes. What a strange light

        inspired them! What an extraordinary sensation that ray sent through

        me! How the new feeling bore me up! It was as if a martyr, a hero, had

        passed a slave or victim, and imparted strength in the transit. I

        mastered the rising hysteria, lifted up my head, and took a firm stand

        on the stool. Helen Burns asked some slight questions about her work

        of Miss Smith, was chidden for the triviality of the inquiry, returned

        to her place, and smiled at me as she again went by. What a smile! I

        remember it now, and I know that it was the effluence of fine

        intellect, of true courage; it lit up her marked lineaments, her

        thin face, her sunken grey eye, like a reflection from the aspect of

        an angel. Yet at that moment Helen Burns wore on her arm 'the untidy

        badge;' scarcely an hour ago I had heard her condemned by Miss

        Scatcherd to a dinner of bread and water on the morrow because she had

        blotted an exercise in copying it out. Such is the imperfect nature of

        man! such spots are there on the disc of the clearest planet; and eyes

        like Miss Scatcherd's can only see those minute defects, and are blind

        to the full brightness of the orb.

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