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r moving where all else was still； had the effect of a real spirit： I thought it like one of the tiny phantoms； half fairy； half imp； Bessie’s evening stories represented as ing out of lone； ferny dells in moors； and appearing before the eyes of belated travellers。 I returned to my stool。
Superstition was with me at that moment； but it was not yet her hour for plete victory： my blood was still warm； the mood of the revolted slave was still bracing me with its bitter vigour； I had to stem a rapid rush of retrospective thought before I quailed to the dismal present。
All John Reed’s violent tyrannies； all his sisters’ proud indifference； all his mother’s aversion； all the servants’ partiality； turned up in my disturbed mind like a dark deposit in a turbid well。 Why was I always suffering； always browbeaten； always accused； for ever condemned？ Why could I never please？ Why was it useless to try to win any one’s favour？ Eliza； who was headstrong and selfish； was respected。 Georgiana； who had a spoiled temper； a very acrid spite； a captious and insolent carriage； was universally indulged。 Her beauty； her pink cheeks and golden curls； seemed to give delight to all who looked at her； and to purchase indemnity for every fault。 John no one thwarted； much less punished； though he twisted the necks of the pigeons； killed the little pea…chicks； set the dogs at the sheep； stripped the hothouse vines of their fruit； and broke the buds off the choicest plants in the conservatory： he called his mother “old girl；” too； sometimes reviled her for her dark skin； similar to his own； bluntly disregarded her wishes； not unfrequently tore and spoiled her silk attire； and he was still “her own darling。” I dared mit no fault： I strove to fulfil every duty； and I was termed naughty and tiresome； sullen and sneaking； from morning to noon； and from noon to night。
My head still ached and bled with the blow and fall I had received： no one had reproved John for wantonly striking me； and because I had turned against him to avert farther irrational violence； I was loaded with general opprobrium。
“Unjust！—unjust！” said my reason； forced by the agonising stimulus into precocious though transitory power： and Resolve； equally wrought up； instigated some strange expedient to achieve escape from insupportable oppression—as running away； or； if that could not be effected； never eating or drinking more； and letting myself die。
What a consternation of soul was mine that dreary afternoon！ How all my brain was in tumult； and all my heart in insurrection！ Yet in what darkness； what dense ignorance； was the mental battle fought！ I could not answer the ceaseless inward question—why I thus suffered； now； at the distance of—I will not say how many years； I see it clearly。
I was a discord in Gateshead Hall： I was like nobody there； I had nothing in harmony with Mrs。 Reed or her children； or her chosen vassalage。 If they did not love me； in fact； as little did I love them。 They were not bound to regard with affection a thing that could not sympathise with one amongst them； a heterogeneous thing； opposed to them in temperament； in capacity； in propensities； a useless thing； incapable of serving their interest； or adding to their pleasure； a noxious thing； cherishing the germs of indignation at their treatment； of contempt of their judgment。 I know that had I been a sanguine； brilliant； careless； exacting； handsome； romping child—though equally dependent and friendless—Mrs。 Reed would have endured my presence more placently； her children would have entertained for me more of the cordiality of fellow…feeling； the servants would have been less prone to make me the scapegoat of the nursery。
Daylight began to forsake the red…room； it was past four o’clock； and the beclouded afternoon was tending to drear twilight。 I heard the rain still beating continuously on the staircase window； and the wind howling in the grove behind the hall； I grew by degrees cold as a stone； and then my courage sank。 My habitual mood of humiliation； self…doubt； forlorn depression； fell damp on the embers of my decaying ire。 All said I was wicked； and perhaps I might be so； what thought had I been but just conceiving of starving myself to death？ That certainly was a crime： and was I fit to die？ Or was the vault under the chancel of Gateshead Church an inviting bourne？ In such vault I had been told did Mr。 Reed lie buried； and led by this thought to recall his idea； I dwelt on it with gathering dread。 I could not remember him； but I knew that he was my own uncle—my mother’s brother—that he had taken me when a parentless infant to his house； and that in his last moments he had required a promise of Mrs。 Reed that she would rear and maintain me as one of her own children。 Mrs。 Reed probably considered she had kept this promise； and so she had； I dare say； as well as her nature would permit her； but how could she really like an interloper not of her race； and unconnected with her； after her husband’s death； by any tie？ It must have been most irksome to find herself bound by a hard…wrung pledge to stand in the stead of a parent to a strange child she could not love； and to see an uncongenial alien permanently intruded on her own family group。
A singular notion dawned upon me。 I doubted not—never doubted— that if Mr。 Reed had been alive he would have treated me kindly； and now； as I sat looking at the white bed and overshadowed walls— occasionally also turning a fascinated eye towards the dimly gleaning mirror—I began to recall what I had heard of dead men； troubled in their graves by the violation of their last wishes； revisiting the earth to punish the perjured and avenge the oppressed； and I thought Mr。 Reed’s spirit； harassed by the wrongs of his sister’s child； might quit its abode—whether in the church vault or in the unknown world of the departed—and rise before me in this chamber。 I wiped my tears and hushed my sobs； fearful lest any sign of violent grief might waken a preternatural voice to fort me； or elicit from the gloom some haloed face； bending over me with strange pity。 This idea； consolatory in theory； I felt would be terrible if realised： with all my might I end