reat a o listen to explanations; so tand, inflicted a merciless, but er, and a coarse toop of tairs, bid me go doly, as I ed in t-room.

    I ricted so long to t, dining, and drao intrude.

    I noood in ty -room door, and I stopped, intimidated and trembling.  a miserable little poltroon  punis, made of me in to return to to go foro ten minutes I stood in agitated ation; t ringing of t-room bell decided me; I must enter.

    “ me?” I asked inurned tiff door-ed my efforts. “ s Reed in tment?—a man or a urned, tseying lo—a black pillar!—suc least, appeared to me, at first sigraiganding erect on t top  by al.

    Mrs. Reed occupied  by to me to approacroduced me to tony stranger tle girl respecting wo you.”

    urned oive-looking grey eyes wwinkled under a pair of bus is her age?”

    “ten years.”

    “So mucful anses. Presently tle girl?”

    “Jane Eyre, sir.”

    In uttering to me a tall gentleman; but ttle; ures he lines of his frame were equally harsh and prim.

    “ell, Jane Eyre, and are you a good child?”

    Impossible to reply to tive: my little . Mrs. Reed ans tter, Mr. Brockle.”

    “Sorry indeed to ! s alk;” and bending from talled e Mrs. Reed’s. “Come here,” he said.

    I stepped across traig a face  it  on a level  a great nose! and  large prominent teeth!

    “No sig of a naugy little girl. Do you knoh?”

    “to hodox answer.

    “And ?”

    “A pit full of fire.”

    “And so fall into t pit, and to be burning