Джейн Эйр / Jane Eyre

’ 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.