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s enough； to hold the swelling spring of pure； full； fervid eloquence？ Such was the characteristic of Helen’s discourse on that； to me； memorable evening； her spirit seemed hastening to live within a very brief span as much as many live during a protracted existence。
They conversed of things I had never heard of； of nations and times past； of countries far away； of secrets of nature discovered or guessed at： they spoke of books： how many they had read！ What stores of knowledge they possessed！ Then they seemed so familiar with French names and French authors： but my amazement reached its climax when Miss Temple asked Helen if she sometimes snatched a moment to recall the Latin her father had taught her； and taking a book from a shelf； bade her read and construe a page of Virgil； and Helen obeyed； my organ of veneration expanding at every sounding line。 She had scarcely finished ere the bell announced bedtime！ no delay could be admitted； Miss Temple embraced us both； saying； as she drew us to her heart—
“God bless you； my children！”
Helen she held a little longer than me： she let her go more reluctantly； it was Helen her eye followed to the door； it was for her she a second time breathed a sad sigh； for her she wiped a tear from her cheek。
On reaching the bedroom； we heard the voice of Miss Scatcherd： she was examining drawers； she had just pulled out Helen Burns’s； and when we entered Helen was greeted with a sharp reprimand； and told that to…morrow she should have half…a…dozen of untidily folded articles pinned to her shoulder。
“My things were indeed in shameful disorder；” murmured Helen to me； in a low voice： “I intended to have arranged them； but I forgot。”
Next morning； Miss Scatcherd wrote in conspicuous characters on a piece of pasteboard the word “Slattern；” and bound it like a phylactery round Helen’s large； mild； intelligent； and benign… looking forehead。 She wore it till evening； patient； unresentful； regarding it as a deserved punishment。 The moment Miss Scatcherd withdrew after afternoon school； I ran to Helen； tore it off； and thrust it into the fire： the fury of which she was incapable had been burning in my soul all day； and tears； hot and large； had continually been scalding my cheek； for the spectacle of her sad resignation gave me an intolerable pain at the heart。
About a week subsequently to the incidents above narrated； Miss Temple； who had written to Mr。 Lloyd； received his answer： it appeared that what he said went to corroborate my account。 Miss Temple； having assembled the whole school； announced that inquiry had been made into the charges alleged against Jane Eyre； and that she was most happy to be able to pronounce her pletely cleared from every imputation。 The teachers then shook hands with me and kissed me； and a murmur of pleasure ran through the ranks of my panions。
Thus relieved of a grievous load； I from that hour set to work afresh； resolved to pioneer my way through every difficulty： I toiled hard； and my success was proportionate to my efforts； my memory； not naturally tenacious； improved with practice； exercise sharpened my wits； in a few weeks I was promoted to a higher class； in less than two months I was allowed to mence French and drawing。 I learned the first two tenses of the verb etre； and sketched my first cottage （whose walls； by…the…bye； outrivalled in slope those of the leaning tower of Pisa）； on the same day。 That night； on going to bed； I forgot to prepare in imagination the Barmecide supper of hot roast potatoes； or white bread and new milk； with which I was wont to amuse my inward cravings： I feasted instead on the spectacle of ideal drawings； which I saw in the dark； all the work of my own hands： freely pencilled houses and trees； picturesque rocks and ruins； Cuyp…like groups of cattle； sweet paintings of butterflies hovering over unblown roses； of birds picking at ripe cherries； of wren’s nests enclosing pearl…like eggs； wreathed about with young ivy sprays。 I examined； too； in thought； the possibility of my ever being able to translate currently a certain little French story which Madame Pierrot had that day shown me； nor was that problem solved to my satisfaction ere I fell sweetly asleep。
Well has Solomon said—“Better is a dinner of herbs where love is； than a stalled ox and hatred therewith。”
I would not now have exchanged Lowood with all its privations for Gateshead and its daily luxuries。
Chapter 9
But the privations； or rather the hardships； of Lowood lessened。 Spring drew on： she was indeed already e； the frosts of winter had ceased； its snows were melted； its cutting winds ameliorated。 My wretched feet； flayed and swollen to lameness by the sharp air of January； began to heal and subside under the gentler breathings of April； the nights and mornings no longer by their Canadian temperature froze the very blood in our veins； we could now endure the play…hour passed in the garden： sometimes on a sunny day it began even to be pleasant and genial； and a greenness grew over those brown beds； which； freshening daily； suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night； and left each morning brighter traces of her steps。 Flowers peeped out amongst the leaves； snow…drops； crocuses； purple auriculas； and golden…eyed pansies。 On Thursday afternoons （half…holidays） we now took walks； and found still sweeter flowers opening by the wayside； under the hedges。
I discovered； too； that a great pleasure； an enjoyment which the horizon only bounded； lay all outside the high and spike…guarded walls of our garden： this pleasure consisted in prospect of noble summits girdling a great hill…hollow； rich in verdure and shadow； in a bright beck； full of dark stones and sparkling eddies。 How different had this scene looked when I viewed it laid out beneath the iron sky of winter； stiffened in frost； shrouded with snow！— when mists as chill as death wandered to the impulse of east winds along those purple peaks； and rolled down “ing” and holm till they blended with the frozen fog of the beck！ That beck itself was then a torrent； turbid and curbless： it tore asunder the wood； and sent a raving sound through the air； often thickened with wild rain or whirling sle