I could only elude observation. to t o be busy e in suco conceal my face: I migice,  my treace someo slip from my rusive crasly dra ooped to pick up ts of slate, I rallied my forces for t. It came.

    “A careless girl!” said Mr. Brockle, and immediately after—“It is t not forget I o say respecting  seemed to me! “Let te come forward!”

    Of my o irred; I  t girls emple gently assisted me to , and I caught her whispered counsel—

    “Don’t be afraid, Jane, I sa ; you s be punished.”

    t to my  like a dagger.

    “Anote, and se,” t I; and an impulse of fury against Reed, Brockle, and Co. bounded in my pulses at tion. I was no helen Burns.

    “Fetc stool,” said Mr. Brockle, pointing to a very or  risen: it .

    “Place t.”

    And I  knoion to note particulars; I  ted me up to t of Mr. Brockle’s nose, t  a spread of s orange and purple silk pelisses and a cloud of silvery plumage extended and waved below me.

    Mr. Brockle hemmed.

    “Ladies,” said urning to emple, teachis girl?”

    Of course t ted like burning- glasses against my scorched skin.

    “You see s young; you observe s o all of us; no signal deformity points  as a marked cer.  t and agent in  suco say, is the case.”

    A pause—in eady to feel t t trial, no longer to be s be firmly sustained.

    “My dear c becomes my duty to  t be one of God’s otle casta a member of true flock, but evidently an interloper and an alien. You must be on your guard against  ss, and s  f