I resisted all tance rengt o entertain of me. t is, I rifle beside myself; or rat of myself, as t a moment’s mutiny o strange penalties, and, like any ot resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths.

    “: s.”

    “For s s, Miss Eyre, to strike a young gentleman, your benefactress’s son! Your young master.”

    “Master! er? Am I a servant?”

    “No; you are less t, for you do not dohink over your wickedness.”

    t me by time into tment indicated by Mrs. Reed, and  me upon a stool: my impulse o rise from it like a spring; tantly.

    “If you don’t sit still, you must be tied do, lend me your garters; sly.”

    Miss Abbot turned to divest a stout leg of ture. tion for bonds, and tional ignominy it inferred, took a little of tement out of me.

    “Don’t take t stir.”

    In guarantee  by my hands.

    “Mind you don’t,” said Bessie; and  I ood fully on my face, as incredulous of my sanity.

    “S last said Bessie, turning to the Abigail.

    “But it en my opinion about ttle th so much cover.”

    Bessie ans; but ere long, addressing me, s to be a you are under obligations to Mrs. Reed: so turn you off, you o the poorhouse.”

    I o say to t neo me: my very first recollections of existence included s of t only elligible. Miss Abbot joined in—

    “And you oug to ty er Reed, because Missis kindly alloo be broug deal of money, and you o be o try to make yourself agreeable to them.”

    “ ell you is for your good,” added Bessie,