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Brocklehurst, and Janet was startled to hear from this woman's lips the very echo of her own desires. Mrs. Brocklehurst's feelings had become slightly complicated. It is perhaps too much to say that her complacency was shaken. She was, withal, a person of resolution of resolution taking the form of unswerving faith in herself, a faith persisting even when she was being carried beyond her depth.
"And you girls probably worshipped him, as a convent full of religieuses would worship their director." "Oh, no." "You are very cool! No! What! a novice not worship her priest! That sounds blasphemous." "I disliked Mr. Brocklehurst; and I was not alone in the feeling.
Brocklehurst and Miss Temple, I had not, at the same time, neglected precautions to secure my personal safety; which I thought would be effected, if I could only elude observation.
That he was not detained the whole day in the Barracks is shown in the following letter, now published for the first time, which gives the only account of his interview with the members of the Government that sent him out: "MY DEAR AUGUSTA, I arrived in town very tired, at 6 A.M. yesterday, went with Brocklehurst to Barracks, washed, and went to Wolseley.
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."
I was left there alone winner of the field. It was the hardest battle I had fought, and the first victory I had gained: I stood awhile on the rug, where Mr. Brocklehurst had stood, and I enjoyed my conqueror's solitude. First, I smiled to myself and felt elate; but this fierce pleasure subsided in me as fast as did the accelerated throb of my pulses.
How are you going to get rid of us? cut our heads off?" Janet could not refrain from smiling. "Let you starve, I suppose." "Really!" said Mrs. Brocklehurst, and appeared to be trying to visualize the process.
The consolatory element in the situation was somehow connected with the lady, his friend from Silliston, to whom he had introduced her and whose image now came before her the more vividly, perhaps, in contrast with that of Mrs. Brocklehurst. Mrs. Maturin could Janet have so expressed her thought! had appeared as an extension of Insall's own personality.
Janet had become genuinely interested. "But what kind of liberty?" "Liberty to have a voice, to take part in the government of our country, to help make the laws, especially those concerning working-women and children, what they ought to be." Here was altruism, truly! Here were words that should have inspired Janet, yet she was silent. Mrs. Brocklehurst gazed at her solicitously.
Of course you're a suffragist." "You mean, do I believe in votes for women? Yes, I suppose I do." "But you must," declared Mrs. Brocklehurst, still sweetly, but with emphasis. "You wouldn't be working, you wouldn't be striking unless you did." "I've never thought about it," said Janet. "But how are you working girls ever going to raise wages unless you get the vote?
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