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"Perhaps Miss Bumpus can tell you," he ventured. And Janet, though distinctly uncomfortable and hostile to the lady, was surprised and pleased that he should have remembered her name. "Brooks," she had called him. That was his first name. This strange and sumptuous person seemed intimate with him. Could it be possible that he belonged to her class? "Mrs. Brocklehurst, Miss Bumpus." Mrs.
Brocklehurst and Insall she had come in contact with a social stratum hitherto beyond the bounds of her experience; those who belonged to that stratum were not characterized by the possession of independent incomes alone, but by an attitude toward life, a manner of not appearing to take its issues desperately. Ditmar was not like that.
There General Brocklehurst was waiting, and as a horseman, weather-stained and begrimed by days of bivouacking, floundered from deep water on to the slippery bank, he was received with a hearty hand-grip and welcomed to Ladysmith. Then loud cheers went up for Lord Dundonald, commander of the Second Cavalry Brigade, whose irregular horsemen have made for themselves a great name as scouts.
"But what have I to do with millions? The eighty, I know, despise me." "Jane, you are mistaken: probably not one in the school either despises or dislikes you: many, I am sure, pity you much." "How can they pity me after what Mr. Brocklehurst has said?" "Mr. Brocklehurst is not a god: nor is he even a great and admired man: he is little liked here; he never took steps to make himself liked.
She felt convicted of enthusiasms, she was puzzled, rather annoyed and ashamed. Insall and Mrs. Brocklehurst, different though they were, had this attitude in common.... Insall, when he returned, regarded her amusedly. "So you'd like to exterminate Mrs. Brocklehurst?" he asked. And Janet flushed. "Well, she forced me to say it." "Oh, it didn't hurt her," he said.
The unhealthy nature of the site; the quantity and quality of the children's food; the brackish, fetid water used in its preparation; the pupils' wretched clothing and accommodations all these things were discovered, and the discovery produced a result mortifying to Mr. Brocklehurst, but beneficial to the institution.
Brocklehurst, "surely you want more than that!" Janet shook her head. "You asked me what we believed, the I.W.W., the syndicalists, and I told you you wouldn't like it. Well, we believe in doing away with you, the rich, and taking all you have for ourselves, the workers, the producers. We believe you haven't any right to what you've got, that you've fooled and cheated us out of it.
"You want a vote?" asked Janet, curiously, gazing at the pearl earrings. "Certainly I want one." "Why?" "Why?" repeated Mrs. Brocklehurst. "Yes. You must have everything you want." Even then the lady's sweet reasonableness did not desert her. She smiled winningly, displaying two small and even rows of teeth. "On principle, my dear.
"Hush, Jane! you think too much of the love of human beings; you are too impulsive, too vehement; the sovereign hand that created your frame, and put life into it, has provided you with other resources than your feeble self, or than creatures feeble as you. Brocklehurst has weakly and pompously repeated at second-hand from Mrs.
And while she was pondering over this one of the ladies who had been waiting on the table came toward Insall. "The children have finished, Brooks," she informed him. "It's time to let in the others." Insall turned to Janet. "This is Miss Bumpus and this is Mrs. Maturin," he said. "Mrs. Maturin lives in Silliston." The greeting of this lady differed from that of Mrs. Brocklehurst.
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