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acpaniment 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 ing： but e 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； &c。； 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 “ing 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 fort 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 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 overe 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 tha