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She was experiencing a swift twinge of jealousy, of that familiar rebellion against her limitations. "You must read them, my dear," Mrs. Brocklehurst continued softly, in musical tones. "They are wonderful, they have such distinction. He's walked, I'm told, over every foot of New England, talking to the farmers and their wives and all sorts of people."
Brocklehurst agreed, "we are living in such extraordinary times, everything topsy turvy. I ought to have realized it was stupid of me I know several factory girls in New York, I've been to their meetings, I've had them at my house shirtwaist strikers." She assumed again the willowy, a position, her fingers clasped across her knee, her eyes supplicatingly raised to Janet.
Oh, madam, when you put bread and cheese, instead of burnt porridge, into these children's mouths, you may indeed feed their vile bodies, but you little think how you starve their immortal souls!" Mr. Brocklehurst again paused perhaps overcome by his feelings.
I admit there are many who don't but some do sympathize with you, will help you get what you want, help you, perhaps, to see things more clearly, to go about it less ruthlessly." "I've told you what we believe," repeated Janet. "I'm so glad I came," cried Mrs. Brocklehurst. "It's most interesting! I never knew what the syndicalists believed. Why, it's like the French Revolution only worse.
There was the poor dear's wedding shawl, and a little checked silk dress of which I'm sure she was innocently proud; a few fantastic drawings of Bramwell's; a letter or two from the sisters; and a picture of the Reverend Carus Wilson, who was supposed to be Mr. Brocklehurst; just the rather handsome, well-fed, self-satisfied man you would expect him to be.
Insall, in some odd manner, and through the medium of that frivolous lady, had managed to reenforce certain doubts that had been stirring in Janet doubts of Rolfe, of the verity of the doctrine which with such abandon she had embraced. It was Insall who, though remaining silent, just by being there seemed to have suggested her manner of dealing with Mrs. Brocklehurst.
Brocklehurst; for, I assure you, I feel anxious to be relieved of a responsibility that was becoming too irksome." "No doubt, no doubt, madam; and now I wish you good morning. I shall return to Brocklehurst Hall in the course of a week or two: my good friend, the Archdeacon, will not permit me to leave him sooner.
Brocklehurst had an air about her that was disconcerting! Janet, however, seemed composed as she sat down. "I'm afraid I don't know very much. Maybe you will tell me something, first." "Why, certainly," said Mrs. Brocklehurst, sweetly when she had got her breath. "Who is that man?" Janet asked. "Whom do you mean Mr. Insall?" "Is that his name? I didn't know.
And I was placed there, by whom I don't know: I was in no condition to note particulars; I was only aware that they had hoisted me up to the height of Mr. Brocklehurst's nose, that he was within a yard of me, and that a spread of shot orange and purple silk pelisses and a cloud of silvery plumage extended and waved below me. Mr. Brocklehurst hemmed.
The new part, containing the schoolroom and dormitory, was lit by mullioned and latticed windows, which gave it a church-like aspect; a stone tablet over the door bore this inscription: "Lowood Institution. This portion was rebuilt A.D. , by Naomi Brocklehurst, of Brocklehurst Hall, in this county."
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