Джейн Эйр / Jane Eyre

Not a hint, however, did she drop about sending me to school; still I felt an instinctive certainty that she would not long endure me under the same roof with her; for her glance, now more than ever, when turned on me, expressed an insuperable and rooted aversion.

Eliza and Georgiana, evidently acting according to orders, spoke to me as little as possible; John thrust his tongue in his cheek whenever he saw me, and once attempted chastisement; but as I instantly turned against him, roused by the same sentiment of deep ire and desperate revolt which had stirred my corruption before, he thought it better to desist, and ran from me tittering execrations, and vowing I had burst his nose.

I had, indeed, levelled at that prominent feature as hard a blow as my knuckles could inflict; and when I saw that either that or my look daunted him, I had the greatest inclination to follow up my advantage to purpose, but he was already with his mama. I heard him in a blubbering tone commence the tale of how �that nasty Jane Eyre’ had flown at him like a mad cat; he was stopped rather harshly —

�Don’t talk to me about her, John; I told you not to go near her; she is not worthy of notice.

I do not choose that either you or your sisters should associate with her.’

Here, leaning over the banister, I cried out suddenly, and without at all deliberating on my words —

�They are not fit to associate with me.’

Mrs. Reed was rather a stout woman; but, on hearing this strange and audacious declaration, she ran nimbly up the stair, swept me like a whirlwind into the nursery, and crushing me down on the edge of my crib, dared me in an emphatic voice to rise from that place, or utter one syllable, during the remainder of the day.

�What would Uncle Reed say to you, if he were alive?’ was my scarcely voluntary demand. I say scarcely voluntary, for it seemed as if my tongue pronounced words without my will consenting to their utterance; something spoke out of me over which I had no control.

�What?’ said Mrs. Reed under her breath; her usually cold composed grey eye became troubled with a look like fear; she took her hand from my arm, and gazed at me as if she really did not know whether I were child or fiend. I was now in for it.

�My Uncle Reed is in heaven, and can see all you do and think; and so can papa and mama; they know how you shut me up all day long, and how you wish me dead.’

Mrs.