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(Přepsáno pomocí TurboScribe.ai. Upgradovat na Neomezený pro odstranění této zprávy.) what a consternation of soul was mine that

dreary afternoon.

I was ten years old and a discord

at Gateshead Hall.

a useless thing, a noxious thing, an orphan

cherishing the germs of indignation at my supposed

benefactor's treatment of me.

Jane, I dislike cavernous and questioners.

but Bessie!

what does she say I have done?

go child.

sit yourself somewhere and until you can speak

pleasantly remain silent.

madam Moe.

I had nothing in harmony with mrs.

Reed or her children.

there is something truly forbidding in a child

taking up her elders in that sullen manner.

she questions us too mama.

I know darling.

we are all under a necessity to teach

her to be more natural and more respectful

too.

after all without our charity she'll be a

pauper.

why could I never please?

when the northern ocean in vast whirls boils

round the naked melancholy isles of father's...

where the dickens is she?

not here.

is he?

tell my ma she's run out into the

rain.

the bad animal.

no she hates the rain.

such a namby-pamby.

she's in the window seat to be sure.

yes I am.

and I stepped forth to face my chief

oppressor.

what do you want?

say what you want master Reed.

laughter master Reed.

because I am.

I will be.

come here.

John Reed ought to have been at school.

but his mama had taken him home on

account of his delicate health.

oh!

that's for your impudence.

answering mama and for sneaking behind curtains.

you rat.

what were you doing behind there?

I was reading.

show the book.

you've no business taking our books.

you're a dependent.

you've no money.

your father left you none.

stand over there.

clear of the windows.

I'll teach you to rummage my bookshelves.

to eat our food.

to wear our clothes at mama's expense.

stand still.

oh!

wicked.

cruel.

like a murderer.

the Roman emperor.

did you hear that Lizzie?

Georgie?

I'll teach her.

I'll teach her.

you rat.

rat.

Lizzie!

Georgie!

mama!

wait till I tell mama.

ow!

she's been stealing our books mama.

she just flew at Jack.

who attacked you my darling?

like a fury.

but have no fear.

I've mastered her viciousness.

Lizzie fetch Abbott and Bessie.

what a picture of passion.

what a viper I have harbored.

she must be controlled.

no.

Bessie please.

don't.

it wasn't not in here.

not in this room.

if you don't sit still you must be

tied down.

miss Abbott lend me your garter.

she'll break mine directly.

no.

don't.

I will not stay.

mind you don't.

both looked darkly and doubtfully upon me.

as if incredulous of my sanity.

she never behaved so before.

such a tantrum.

it was always in her.

I've told missus often my opinion of the

child and missus agreed with me.

to shame miss Eyre.

to strike a young gentleman.

you young master.

you benefactress's son.

master?

how is he my master?

am I a servant?

no.

you are less than a servant for you

do nothing for your cape.

what we tell you is for your good

Jane.

how can it be?

look me in here.

so you may reflect upon your wickedness.

call miss the reed.

die in here.

say your prayers.

and ask God to make you humble miss

Eyre.

so you may not put yourself on an

equality with the missus reed and master reed.

they will have a great deal of money.

you will have none.

it is your place to be useful and

pleasant.

for if you're passionate and rude missus will

send you away.

and then where would you go?

but it was he struck me.

oh come Bessie.

an underhand little thing.

I never saw a child with so much

cover.

please.

fair and just.

all said I was wicked.

but what fault had I committed save to

be born an incubus.

but I promised your poor dear papa that

I would rear her as my own.

John darling I don't care for you to

drink wine.

the devil you don't mama.

one glass.

to your health old girl.

oh John.

I think it was unjust of papa to

demand such a pledge at our expense and

for so distant a relative.

but darling that pledge was wrung from me

on his deathbed.

no one thwarted John.

no one locked him away without a candle

though he twisted the necks of the pigeons

and set the dogs at the sheep he

called his mother old girl and bluntly disregarded

her wishes.

still he was her own darling.

but I who dared commit no fault who

strove to fulfill every duty I was termed

naughty and sneaking from morning to noon and

from noon to night.

please aunt Reed don't I must not look

at the bed.

I must not look at the bed.

scream no no take me out take me

out have pity on me forgive me.

I cannot endure it.

let me be punished some other way please

please love me love me well

who am I?

I knew him.

he was mr.

Lloyd an apothecary called in by mrs.

Reed when the servants were ill.

for herself and the children she employed a

physician.

well mr.

Lloyd we shall do well by and by.

you've been crying.

can you tell me what about?

have you any pain?

no sir.

I dare say she's crying because she could

not go out with mrs.

in the carriage.

oh what nonsense at her age.

such pettishness.

I hate going out in the carriage.

I cry because I'm miserable.

why miss?

what made you ill last night Jane?

she had a fall.

fall?

why that is like a baby again.

can't she manage to walk at her age?

I was knocked down.

that did not make me ill.

that will be for your dinner Bessie.

you may go down.

eat up if you can miss.

and mind your sharp tongue.

I shall give miss Eyre a lecture until

you return.

no lecture.

it was not the fall that made you

ill you say?

no.

I was shut up in a room where

there's a ghost till after dark.

ghosts?

that it is like a baby again to

be afraid of ghosts.

mr.

Reed's ghost Diane.

he died in that room.

none of the servants would go in there

at night.

yet they shut me in.

without a candle.

are you afraid now?

no.

it was cruel.

I think I shall never forget it.

what nonsense Jane.

and is it that that makes you so

miserable?

no.

how much I wish to reply fully to

that question.

how difficult it was to frame my answer.

well?

children can feel but they cannot analyze their

feelings.

I am very unhappy.

why?

because a number of things.

well can you tell me some of them

Jane?

one is that I have no father or

mother or brothers or sisters.

well you have a kind aunt and cousins.

but John Reed knocked me down and my

aunt locked me in the red room.

hmm tell me why did Bessie tell you

to hold your tongue?

for fear I might tell you the truth.

yes.

you have no relations of any kind?

I think not sir.

none belonging to your father?

I don't know.

I asked aunt Reed once.

yes.

she said I might have some poor lowdown

relations called air.

but she knew nothing of them.

and if you had such would you like

to go to them?

I reflected poverty looks grim to grown people

still more so to children.

they have not much idea of respectable poverty.

they think only of ragged clothes scanty food

and rude manners.

poverty for me was synonymous with degradation.

no no I should not like to belong

to poor people.

not even if they were kind to you?

I was not heroic enough to purchase liberty

at the price of caste.

but are they so poor?

perhaps they are honest industrious working people.

I cannot tell.

aunt Reed said that if I had any

they must be a beggarly set.

I should not like to go a begging.

Jane would you like to go to school?

I scarcely knew what school was.

Bessie sometimes spoke of it as a place

where young ladies wore backboards and were expected

to be exceedingly genteel.

but school also implied an entire separation from

Gateshead Hall.

an entrance into a new life.

well?

yes I should indeed like to go to

school.

I shall speak to mrs.

Reed.

can you be patient Jane?

I will try.

you must grow strong.

your nerves have been too severely shaken.

this is the little girl respecting whom I

applied to you mr.

Brocklehurst.

her size is small.

what is her age?

ten years.

your name little girl?

Jane Eyre sir.

well Jane Eyre and are you a good

child?

impossible to reply in the affirmative.

my little world held a contrary opinion.

the less said on that subject the better

mr.

Brocklehurst.

hmm no sight so sad as that of

a naughty child.

do you know where the wicked go after

death?

they go to hell sir.

and what is hell?

a pit full of fire sir.

and should you like to fall into that

pit and burn there forever child?

no sir.

what must you do to avoid it?

I must keep in good health and not

die.

but children younger than you die daily.

I buried a little child of five years

old only yesterday.

a good little child whose soul is now

in heaven.

it is to be feared the same could

not be said of you were you to

be called hence.

I hope that sigh is from the heart

and that you repent of ever having been

the occasion of discomfort to your excellent benefactress.

benefactress said I inwardly.

they all call mrs.

Reed my benefactress.

if so a benefactress is a disagreeable thing.

you say your prayers night and morning?

yes sir.

do you read your Bible?

yes sometimes.

with your pleasure?

are you fond of it?

some parts.

I like the Revelations and Daniel in the

lion's den.

the Psalms.

I hope you like the Psalms.

no.

no?

but this is shocking.

I have a little boy younger than you

and he knows six Psalms by heart.

and if you ask him which he would

rather have a gingerbread nut to eat or

a verse of a psalm to learn oh

the verse of a psalm says he.

angels sing psalms and I wish to be

a little angel here below.

and then he gets two nuts to recompense

him for his infant piety.

Psalms are not interesting.

that proves your wicked heart.

you must pray to God to change it

to give you a new and clean one.

how would he perform that operation?

mr.

Brocklehurst as I intimated in my letter this

child has not quite the character and disposition

I could wish.

I remember your words perfectly ma'am.

a tendency to deceit.

precisely.

I should wish therefore that the teachers of

Lowood school were to keep a special eye

upon her.

I say this in your hearing Jane so

that you may not attempt to impose on

good mr.

Brocklehurst.

she shall be watched mrs.

Reed.

have no fear.

I will speak to the superintendent miss Temple

about her.

I wish her to be brought up in

a manner suiting her low prospects.

and as for the vacations she will with

your permission spend them always at Lowood.

your decisions are perfectly judicious ma'am.

she shall be kept humble as are all

the pupils at Lowood.

humility is a Christian grace and one peculiarly

appropriate to the orphan girls within my charge.

I have therefore directed that special attention be

bestowed on its cultivation among them.

I have studied how best to mortify among

them the worldly sentiment of pride.

only the other day I had a pleasing

instance of my success.

my second daughter Augusta went to visit the

school with her mama.

on her return she said oh dear papa

how quiet and plain all the girls at

Lowood are with their hair combed behind their

ears and their long pinafores they look almost

like poor people's children.

and then she said you know they looked

at my dress and mama's as if they'd

never seen a silk gown before.

exactly.

had I searched all England over I could

not have found a system more fitting a

gal like Jane Eyre.

now miss Reed may I take my leave

of you?

goodbye mr Brocklehurst.

little girl this book is entitled The Child's

Guide.

read it with prayer.

especially that part containing an account of the

awfully sudden death of Martha Grigg a naughty

child addicted to falsehood.

mr Brocklehurst.

you may go Jane.

speak I had to.

I had been trodden on severely and must

turn.

but how?

what strength had I to darch retaliation at

my antagonist?

I gathered my energies.

I'm not deceitful.

if I were I would say I loved

you but I don't.

Jane!

Jane!

and this book about the liar you may

give it to your children for it is

they who tell lies not I.

have you more to say?

I had and I did and as I

did my soul expanded.

yes yes you think I can do without

one bit of love or kindness but I

cannot live so.

I will never call you aunt again and

if anybody asks me how you treated me

I will say the very thought of you

makes me sick because you treated me with

miserable cruelty.

that is the truth mrs Reed.

Jane you are passionate.

go to the nursery.

there's a dear.

go and lie down a little.

I'm not your dear.

no I cannot lie down.

send me to school soon mrs Reed for

I cannot live here.

I shall child.

I shall indeed.

I was left there alone winner of the

field.

but a child cannot quarrel with its elders

without experiencing afterwards the pang of remorse and

the chill of reaction.

silence and reflection soon showed me the madness

of my conduct and the dreariness of my

hated and hating position.

would I ever be free?

but then

shall I know even as also I am

known and now abideth faith hope and charity

but the greatest of these is charity.

to your seats.

miss Miller I have a word to address

to the pupils.

you had this morning a breakfast which you

could not eat.

you must be hungry.

I have ordered that a lunch of bread

and cheese shall be served to all.

monitors of the first class.

fetch the globe.

all the classes.

I'm going to continue with our lesson on

Spanish inquisition.

we will start with a six times table.

one six six two sixes of twelve three

sixes of eighteen four sixes of twenty-four

five sixes of thirty six sixes of thirty

six sixes of forty six sixes of thirty

Burns.

I insist on your holding your head up.

I will not have you before me in

that attitude.

air.

twelve sixes.

ten sixes of sixty eleven sixes you must

attend.

I'm sorry.

seventy two.

good.

seven times.

one seventy seven two seven ring the birch.

as an oil instrument for the strengthening of

the monarchy and the unification of the peninsula

the value of the inquisition would be difficult

to exert.

so the equatorial currents flow westward creating a

circular movement with a scarcely moving center known

as the Sargasso Sea.

Sargasso Sea is a relatively still transit in

the central Atlantic.

and the officials of the inquisition from the

inquisitor general downward were the paid servants of

the crown.

dirty disagreeable girl.

I doubt if even the rod can correct

you of your slatternly habits.

nine eights of seventy two ten eights of

eighty eleven eights of eighty eight twelve eights

of ninety seven is

your book interesting?

I like it.

you may look at it.

it looked dull to my trifling taste.

closely printed and without one picture.

no fairies in it?

no.

no genie?

no strange spirits?

why is it called Lowood Institution and not

Lowood School?

well because it's a charitable institution for educated

orphans.

do they keep us for nothing?

oh no.

we pay or our friends pay fifteen pounds

a year for each of us.

then why are we called charity children?

well because fifteen pounds a year is not

enough for boredom and teaching.

the deficiency is supplied by benevolent minded ladies

and gentlemen from here and in London.

who is Naomi Brocklehurst?

she's the mother of the gentleman who's treasurer

and manager of this establishment.

cough cough then this house does not belong

to the lady who wears a watch and

who gave us spread and cheese when the

porridge was burnt.

to miss Temple?

no I wish it did.

she has to answer to mr Brocklehurst for

all she does.

he buys all our food and all our

clothes.

but we make our own and I am

still hungry.

yes is mr Brocklehurst a good man?

he's a clergyman and is said to do

a great deal of good.

miss Miller.

miss Gertrude.

miss Temple.

I trust we shall find all in order.

at our last visit as I recall there

was an irregularity respecting superfluous blankets.

you countermanded the order for them sir.

the girls have since shivered for it.

souls miss Temple.

souls.

not mortal flesh.

mrs Brocklehurst.

what is your name besides Burns?

Helen.

I'm Jane.

are you happy here?

yes you ask rather too many questions.

I've given you enough answers for the present.

now I want to read.

why did you let miss Scadshot hit you

like that?

it was cruel.

she is severe.

she dislikes my faults.

she struck me.

I'd resist.

I'd break the rod under her nose.

probably you'd do nothing of the sort.

but if you did mr Brocklehurst would expel

you from the school.

it's far better to endure patiently a slight

which nobody feels but yourself than to commit

a hasty action whose evil consequences will extend

to all connected with you.

besides the Bible bids us return good for

evil.

but to be singled out for punishment before

so many people...

I could not bear it.

it would be your duty to bear it

if you could not avoid it.

who introduced this innovation?

a lunch of bread and cheese.

I did sir.

the breakfast was so ill-prepared my pupils

could not eat it.

I dared not allow them to remain fasting

until dinnertime.

but madam you are aware that my plan

in bringing up these girls is not to

accustom them to luxury but to render them

self-denying.

the accidental spoiling of a meal ought not

to be neutralized by replacing the comfort lost

with something more delicate.

a brief address on such an occasion would

not be mistimed wherein a judicious instructor would

refer to the sufferings of the primitive Christians

the torments of the martyrs the exhortations of

our blessed Lord himself calling upon his disciples

to take up their cross and follow him

and warning us that man shall not live

by bread alone.

oh madam why did you not remind them

of his very words?

if ye suffer hunger and thirst for my

sake happy are ye.

Miss Temple.

that girl with curled hair.

red hair ma'am.

curled all over.

she is Julia Severn sir.

her hair curls naturally.

naturally?

we are not to conform to nature here.

I desire hair to be arranged closely modestly

plainly.

tell the senior class to direct their faces

to the wall.

turn the girls.

my dear the girls hair.

I shall send the barber tomorrow.

all these top knots must be cut off.

but sir...

all turn.

madam my mission here is to mortify in

these girls the lusts of the flesh.

teaching them to clothe themselves with shamefacedness and

not with the braided excrescences of Babylon.

we all have a master to serve whose

kingdom is not of this world.

a new pupil I perceive.

a careless girl.

I have a word to say respecting her.

do not be afraid Jane.

I saw it was an accident.

let the child who procrastinates come forward.

fetch that stool.

place the child upon it.

ladies.

Miss Temple.