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“And when Miss Temple teaches you； do your thoughts wander then？”
“No； certainly； not often； because Miss Temple has generally something to say which is newer than my own reflections； her language is singularly agreeable to me； and the information she municates is often just what I wished to gain。”
“Well； then； with Miss Temple you are good？”
“Yes； in a passive way： I make no effort； I follow as inclination guides me。 There is no merit in such goodness。”
“A great deal： you are good to those who are good to you。 It is all I ever desire to be。 If people were always kind and obedient to those who are cruel and unjust； the wicked people would have it all their own way： they would never feel afraid； and so they would never alter； but would grow worse and worse。 When we are struck at without a reason； we should strike back again very hard； I am sure we should—so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again。”
“You will change your mind； I hope； when you grow older： as yet you are but a little untaught girl。”
“But I feel this； Helen； I must dislike those who； whatever I do to please them； persist in disliking me； I must resist those who punish me unjustly。 It is as natural as that I should love those who show me affection； or submit to punishment when I feel it is deserved。”
“Heathens and savage tribes hold that doctrine； but Christians and civilised nations disown it。”
“How？ I don’t understand。”
“It is not violence that best overes hate—nor vengeance that most certainly heals injury。”
“What then？”
“Read the New Testament； and observe what Christ says； and how He acts； make His word your rule； and His conduct your example。”
“What does He say？”
“Love your enemies； bless them that curse you； do good to them that hate you and despitefully use you。”
“Then I should love Mrs。 Reed； which I cannot do； I should bless her son John； which is impossible。”
In her turn； Helen Burns asked me to explain； and I proceeded forthwith to pour out； in my own way； the tale of my sufferings and resentments。 Bitter and truculent when excited； I spoke as I felt； without reserve or softening。
Helen heard me patiently to the end： I expected she would then make a remark； but she said nothing。
“Well；” I asked impatiently； “is not Mrs。 Reed a hard…hearted； bad woman？”
“She has been unkind to you； no doubt； because you see； she dislikes your cast of character； as Miss Scatcherd does mine； but how minutely you remember all she has done and said to you！ What a singularly deep impression her injustice seems to have made on your heart！ No ill…usage so brands its record on my feelings。 Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity； together with the passionate emotions it excited？ Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs。 We are； and must be； one and all； burdened with faults in this world： but the time will soon e when； I trust； we shall put them off in putting off our corruptible bodies； when debasement and sin will fall from us with this cumbrous frame of flesh； and only the spark of the spirit will remain；—the impalpable principle of light and thought； pure as when it left the Creator to inspire the creature： whence it came it will return； perhaps again to be municated to some being higher than man—perhaps to pass through gradations of glory； from the pale human soul to brighten to the seraph！ Surely it will never； on the contrary； be suffered to degenerate from man to fiend？ No； I cannot believe that： I hold another creed： which no one ever taught me； and which I seldom mention； but in which I delight； and to which I cling： for it extends hope to all： it makes Eternity a rest—a mighty home； not a terror and an abyss。 Besides； with this creed； I can so clearly distinguish between the criminal and his crime； I can so sincerely forgive the first while I abhor the last： with this creed revenge never worries my heart； degradation never too deeply disgusts me； injustice never crushes me too low： I live in calm； looking to the end。”
Helen’s head； always drooping； sank a little lower as she finished this sentence。 I saw by her look she wished no longer to talk to me； but rather to converse with her own thoughts。 She was not allowed much time for meditation： a monitor； a great rough girl； presently came up； exclaiming in a strong Cumberland accent—
“Helen Burns； if you don’t go and put your drawer in order； and fold up your work this minute； I’ll tell Miss Scatcherd to e and look at it！”
Helen sighed as her reverie fled； and getting up； obeyed the monitor without reply as without delay。
Chapter 7
My first quarter at Lowood seemed an age； and not the golden age either； it prised an irksome struggle with difficulties in habituating myself to new rules and unwonted tasks。 The fear of failure in these points harassed me worse than the physical hardships of my lot； though these were no trifles。
During January； February； and part of March； the deep snows； and； after their melting； the almost impassable roads； prevented our stirring beyond the garden walls； except to go to church； but within these limits we had to pass an hour every day in the open air。 Our clothing was insufficient to protect us from the severe cold： we had no boots； the snow got into our shoes and melted there： our ungloved hands became numbed and covered with chilblains； as were our feet： I remember well the distracting irritation I endured from this cause every evening； when my feet inflamed； and the torture of thrusting the swelled； raw； and stiff toes into my shoes in the morning。 Then the scanty supply of food was distressing： with the keen appetites of growing children； we had scarcely sufficient to keep alive a delicate invalid。 From this deficiency of nourishment resulted an abuse； which pressed hardly on the younger pupils： whenever the famished great girls had an opportunity； they would coax or menace the little ones out of their portion。 Many a time I have shared between two claimants the precious morsel of brown bread distributed at tea…time； and after relinquishing to a third half the contents of my mug of coffee； I have swallowed the remainder with an a