ellers. I returned to my stool.

    Superstition  t moment; but it  yet e victory: my blood ill ed slave ill bracing me s bitter vigour; I o stem a rapid rusrospective t before I quailed to t.

    All Jo tyrannies, all ers’ proud indifference, all s’ partiality, turned up in my disturbed mind like a dark deposit in a turbid o try to e, a captious and insolent carriage, . Joed, muced ttle pea-c t tripped t, and broke t plants in tory: oo; sometimes reviled o ly disregarded  unfrequently tore and spoiled tire; and ill “ no fault: I strove to fulfil every duty; and I ermed naugiresome, sullen and sneaking, from morning to noon, and from noon to night.

    My ill aconly striking me; and because I urned against o avert fartional violence, I h general opprobrium.

    “Unjust!—unjust!” said my reason, forced by timulus into precocious transitory poed some strange expedient to acable oppression—as running a could not be effected, never eating or drinking more, and letting myself die.

    a consternation of soul  dreary afternoon! umult, and all my  in insurrection! Yet in al battle foug ansion—ance of—I  say  clearly.

    I es love me, in fact, as little did I love t bound to regard ion a t could not sympat terogeneous to temperament, in capacity, in propensities; a useless terest, or adding to tion at treatment, of contempt of t. I kno , careless, exacting,  and friendless—Mrs. Reed ained for me more of ty of fellos  of the nursery.

    Dayligo forsake t  four o