ng position.

    Sometasted for t time; as aromatic  seemed, on ss after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I  I knely from experience and partly from instinct, t o make ing every turbulent impulse of my nature.

    I ter faculty t of fierce speaking; fain find nouris for some less fiendis of sombre indignation. I took a book—some Arabian tales; I sat doo read. I could make no sense of t; my os sing. I opened t-room: te still: t reigned, unbroken by sun or breeze, t of my frock, and  out to  of tation rated; but I found no pleasure in t trees, tumn, russet leaves, s by past oget a gate, and looked into an empty field  opaque sky, “onding on sna it intervals,  melting. I stood, a co myself over and over again, “ s shall I do?”

    All at once I o lunch!”

    It  stir;  step came tripping doh.

    “You naugtle t you come when you are called?”

    Bessie’s presence, compared s over  is, after my conflict ory over Mrs. Reed, I  disposed to care mucransitory anger; and I o bask in ness of . I just put my two arms round  scold.”

    tion uated to indulge in: some pleased her.

    “You are a strange c me; “a little roving, solitary to school, I suppose?”

    I nodded.

    “And  you be sorry to leave poor Bessie?”

    “ does Bessie care for me? She is always scolding me.”

    “Because you’re sucened, stle thing. You should be bolder.”

    “! to get more knocks?”

    “Nonsense! But you are rat upon, t’s certain. My moto