第11部分(第3/8 頁)

t　this　spectacle　with　a　sentiment　of　unavailing　and　impotent　anger；　not　a　feature　of　her　pensive　face　altered　its　ordinary　expression。

“Hardened　girl！”　exclaimed　Miss　Scatcherd；　“nothing　can　correct　you　of　your　slatternly　habits：　carry　the　rod　away。”

Burns　obeyed：　I　looked　at　her　narrowly　as　she　emerged　from　the　book…closet；　she　was　just　putting　back　her　handkerchief　into　her　pocket；　and　the　trace　of　a　tear　glistened　on　her　thin　cheek。

The　play…hour　in　the　evening　I　thought　the　pleasantest　fraction　of　the　day　at　Lowood：　the　bit　of　bread；　the　draught　of　coffee　swallowed　at　five　o’clock　had　revived　vitality；　if　it　had　not　satisfied　hunger：　the　long　restraint　of　the　day　was　slackened；　the　schoolroom　felt　warmer　than　in　the　morning—its　fires　being　allowed　to　burn　a　little　more　brightly；　to　supply；　in　some　measure；　the　place　of　candles；　not　yet　introduced：　the　ruddy　gloaming；　the　licensed　uproar；　the　confusion　of　many　voices　gave　one　a　wele　sense　of　liberty。

On　the　evening　of　the　day　on　which　I　had　seen　Miss　Scatcherd　flog　her　pupil；　Burns；　I　wandered　as　usual　among　the　forms　and　tables　and　laughing　groups　without　a　panion；　yet　not　feeling　lonely：　when　I　passed　the　windows；　I　now　and　then　lifted　a　blind；　and　looked　out；　it　snowed　fast；　a　drift　was　already　forming　against　the　lower　panes；　putting　my　ear　close　to　the　window；　I　could　distinguish　from　the　gleeful　tumult　within；　the　disconsolate　moan　of　the　wind　outside。

Probably；　if　I　had　lately　left