jane eyre(简·爱)-第11部分
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less taking than the title： Rasselas looked dull to my trifling taste；
I saw nothing about fairies； nothing about genii； no bright variety
seemed spread over the closely…printed pages。 I returned it to her；
she received it quietly； and without saying anything she was about
to relapse into her former studious mood： again I ventured to
disturb her…
'Can you tell me what the writing on that stone over the door
means？ What is Lowood Institution？'
'This house where you are come to live。'
'And why do they call it Institution？ Is it in any way different
from other schools？'
'It is partly a charity…school： you and I； and all the rest of
us； are charity…children。 I suppose you are an orphan： are not
either your father or your mother dead？'
'Both died before I can remember。'
'Well； all the girls here have lost either one or both parents； and
this is called an institution for educating orphans。'
'Do we pay no money？ Do they keep us for nothing？'
'We pay； or our friends pay； fifteen pounds a year for each。'
'Then why do they call us charity…children？'
'Because fifteen pounds is not enough for board and teaching； and
the deficiency is supplied by subscription。'
'Who subscribes？'
'Different benevolent…minded ladies and gentlemen in this
neighbourhood and in London。'
'Who was Naomi Brocklehurst？'
'The lady who built the new part of this house as that tablet
records； and whose son overlooks and directs everything here。'
'Why？'
'Because he is treasurer and manager of the establishment。'
'Then this house does not belong to that tall lady who wears a
watch； and who said we were to have some bread and cheese？'
'To Miss Temple？ Oh； no！ I wish it did： she has to answer to Mr。
Brocklehurst for all she does。 Mr。 Brocklehurst buys all our food
and all our clothes。'
'Does he live here？'
'No… two miles off； at a large hall。'
'Is he a good man？'
'He is a clergyman； and is said to do a great deal of good。'
'Did you say that tall lady was called Miss Temple？'
'Yes。'
'And what are the other teachers called？'
'The one with red cheeks is called Miss Smith； she attends to the
work； and cuts out… for we make our own clothes； our frocks； and
pelisses； and everything； the little one with black hair is Miss
Scatcherd； she teaches history and grammar； and hears the second class
repetitions； and the one who wears a shawl； and has a
pocket…handkerchief tied to her side with a yellow ribband； is
Madame Pierrot： she comes from Lisle； in France； and teaches French。'
'Do you like the teachers？'
'Well enough。'
'Do you like the little black one； and the Madame…？ …I cannot
pronounce her name as you do。'
'Miss Scatcherd is hasty… you must take care not to offend her；
Madame Pierrot is not a bad sort of person。'
'But Miss Temple is the best… isn't she？'
'Miss Temple is very good and very clever； she is above the rest；
because she knows far more than they do。'
'Have you been long here？'
'Two years。'
'Are you an orphan？'
'My mother is dead。'
'Are you happy here？'
'You ask rather too many questions。 I have given you answers enough
for the present： now I want to read。'
But at that moment the summons sounded for dinner； all re…entered
the house。 The odour which now filled the refectory was scarcely
more appetising than that which had regaled our nostrils at breakfast：
the dinner was served in two huge tin…plated vessels； whence rose a
strong steam redolent of rancid fat。 I found the mess to consist of
indifferent potatoes and strange shreds of rusty meat； mixed and
cooked together。 Of this preparation a tolerably abundant plateful was
apportioned to each pupil。 I ate what I could； and wondered within
myself whether every day's fare would be like this。
After dinner； we immediately adjourned to the schoolroom： lessons
recommenced； and were continued till five o'clock。
The only marked event of the afternoon was； that I saw the girl
with whom I had conversed in the verandah dismissed in disgrace by
Miss Scatcherd from a history class； and sent to stand in the middle
of the large schoolroom。 The punishment seemed to me in a high
degree ignominious； especially for so great a girl… she looked
thirteen or upwards。 I expected she would show signs of great distress
and shame； but to my surprise she neither wept nor blushed：
composed； though grave； she stood； the central mark of all eyes。
'How can she bear it so quietly… so firmly？' I asked of myself。
'Were I in her place； it seems to me I should wish the earth to open
and swallow me up。 She looks as if she were thinking of something
beyond her punishment… beyond her situation： of something not round
her nor before her。 I have heard of day…dreams… is she in a
day…dream now？ Her eyes are fixed on the floor； but I am sure they
do not see it… her sight seems turned in； gone down into her heart：
she is looking at what she can remember； I believe； not at what is
really present。 I wonder what sort of a girl she is… whether good or
naughty。'
Soon after five P。M。 we had another meal； consisting of a small mug
of coffee； and half a slice of brown bread。 I devoured my bread and
drank my coffee with relish； but I should have been glad of as much
more… I was still hungry。 Half an hour's recreation succeeded； then
study； then the glass of water and the piece of oat…cake； prayers； and
bed。 Such was my first day at Lowood。
CHAPTER VI
THE next day commenced as before； getting up and dressing by
rushlight； but this morning we were obliged to dispense with the
ceremony of washing； the water in the pitchers was frozen。 A change
had taken place in the weather the preceding evening； and a keen
north…east wind； whistling through the crevices of our bedroom windows
all night long； had made us shiver in our beds； and turned the
contents of the ewers to ice。
Before the long hour and a half of prayers and Bible…reading was
over； I felt ready to perish with cold。 Breakfast…time came at last；
and this morning the porridge was not burnt； the quality was
eatable； the quantity small。 How small my portion seemed！ I wished
it had been doubled。
In the course of the day I was enrolled a member of the fourth
class； and regular tasks and occupations were assigned me： hitherto； I
had only been a spectator of the proceedings at Lowood； I was now to
become an actor therein。 At first； being little accustomed to learn by
heart； the lessons appeared to me both long and difficult； the
frequent change from task to task； too； bewildered me； and I was
glad when； about three o'clock in the afternoon； Miss Smith put into
my hands a border of muslin two yards long； together with needle；
thimble； etc。； and sent me to sit in a quiet corner of the schoolroom；
with directions to hem the same。 At that hour most of the others
were sewing likewise； but one class still stood round Miss Scatcherd's
chair reading； and as all was quiet； the subject of their lessons
could be heard； together with the manner in which each girl
acquitted herself； and the animadversions or commendations of Miss
Scatcherd on the performance。 It was English history： among the
readers I observed my acquaintance of the verandah： at the
commencement of the lesson； her place had been at the top of the
class； but for some error of pronunciation； or some inattention to
stops； she was suddenly sent to the very bottom。 Even in that
obscure position； Miss Scatcherd continued to make her an object of
constant notice； she was continually addressing to her such phrases as
the following：…
'Burns' （such it seems was her name： the girls here were all called
by their surnames； as boys are elsewhere）； 'Burns； you are standing on
the side of your shoe； turn your toes out immediately。' 'Burns； you
poke your chin most unpleasantly； draw it in。' 'Burns； I insist on
your holding your head up； I will not have you before me in that
attitude；' etc。 etc。
A chapter having been read through twice； the books were closed and
the girls examined。 The lesson had comprised part of the reign of
Charles I； and there were sundry questions about tonnage and
poundage and ship…money； which most of them appeared unable to answer；
still； every little difficulty was solved instantly when it reached
Burns： her memory seemed to have retained the substance of the whole
lesson； and she was ready with answers on every point。 I kept
expecting that Miss Scatcherd would praise her attention； but； instead
of that； she suddenly cried out…
'You dirty； disagreeable girl！ you have never cleaned your nails
this morning！'
Burns made no answer： I wondered at her silence。
'Why；' thought I； 'does she not explain that she could neither
clean her nails nor wash her face； as the water was frozen？'
My attention was now called off by Miss Smith desiring me to hold a
skein of thread： while she was winding it； she talked to me from
time to time； asking whether I had ever been at school before； whether
I could mark； stitch； knit； etc。； till she dismissed me； I could not
pursue my observations on Miss Scatcherd's movements。 When I
returned to my seat； that lady was just delivering an order of which I
did not catch the import； but Burns immediately left the class； and
going into the small inner room where the books were kept； returned in
half a minute； carrying in her hand a bundle of twigs tied together at
one end。 This ominous tool she presented to Miss Scatcherd with a
respectful curtsey； then she quietly； and without being told； unloosed
her pinafore； and the teacher instantly and sharply inflicted on her
neck a dozen strokes with the bunch of twigs。 Not a tear rose to
Burns's eye； and； while I paused from my sewing； because my fingers
quivered at this spectacle with a sentiment of unavailing and impotent
anger； not a feature of her pensive face altered its ordinary
expression。
'Hardened girl！' exclaimed Miss Scatcherd； 'nothing can correct you
of your slatternly habits： carry the r
