please s ill repulsed and repaid by sucences as ttered before a stranger, tion cut me to t; I dimly perceived t serating ence o enter; I felt, t  sure patransformed under Mr. Brockle’s eye into an artful, noxious c could I do to remedy the injury?

    “Not I, as I struggled to repress a sob, and ily ears, tent evidences of my anguish.

    “Deceit is, indeed, a sad fault in a c; “it is akin to falseion in tone; sco Miss temple and teachers.”

    “I so be brouging s,” continued my benefactress; “to be made useful, to be kept ions, s Lowood.”

    “Your decisions are perfectly judicious, madam,” returned Mr. Brockle. “y is a Cian grace, and one peculiarly appropriate to t t especial care sos cultivation amongst tudied  to mortify in timent of pride; and, only ter, Augusta,  o visit turn s and plain all t Lotle s outside t like poor people’s c my dress and mama’s, as if they had never seen a silk gown before.’”

    “tate of te approve,” returned Mrs. Reed; “ all England over, I could scarcely em more exactly fitting a cency, my dear Mr. Brockle; I advocate consistency in all things.”

    “Consistency, madam, is t of Cian duties; and it  connected ablis of Lotire, unsopicated accommodations, ive s; sucs inants.”

    “Quite rig Lorained in conformity to ion and prospects?”

    “Madam, you may: s nursery of cs, and I trust seful for timable privilege of ion.”

    “I o be relieved of a responsibility t oo irksome.”

    “No doubt, no doubt, madam; and noo