Джейн Эйр / Jane Eyre

We were parted: I heard the words —

�Dear! dear! What a fury to fly at Master John!’

�Did ever anybody see such a picture of passion!’

Then Mrs. Reed subjoined: �Take her away to the red-room, and lock her in there.’ Four hands were immediately laid upon me, as I was borne upstairs.

Chapter II

I resisted all the way; a new thing for me, and a circumstance which greatly strengthened the bad opinion Bessie and Miss Abbot were disposed to entertain of me. The fact is, I was a little trifle beside myself; or rather out of myself, as the French would say: I was conscious that a moment’s mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties, and, like any other rebel slave, I felt resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths.

�Hold her arms, Miss Abbot: she’s like a mad cat.’

�For shame, for shame!’ cried the lady’s maid. �What shocking conduct, Miss Eyre, to strike a young gentleman, your benefactress’s son! Your young master.

�Master! How is he my master? Am I a servant?’

�No; you are less than a servant, for you do nothing for your keep. There, sit down, and think over your wickedness.’

They had got me by this time into the apartment indicated by Mrs. Reed, and had thrust me upon a stool: my impulse was to rise from it like a spring; their two pairs of hands arrested me immediately.

�If you don’t sit still, you must be tied down,’ said Bessie.

Miss Abbott turned to divest a stout leg of the necessary ligature. This preparation for bonds, and the additional ignominy it inferred, took a little of the excitement out of me.

�Don’t take them off,’ I cried; �I will not stir.’

In guarantee whereof, I attached myself to my seat by my hands.

�Mind you don’t,’ said Bessie; and when she had ascertained that I was really subsiding, she loosened her hold of me; then she and Miss Abbott stood with folded arms, looking darkly and doubtfully on my face, as incredulous as my sanity.

�She never did so before,’ at last said Bessie, turning to the Abigail.

�But it was always in her,’ was the reply. �I’ve told Missis often my opinion about the child, and Missis agreed with me. She’s an underhand little thing: I never saw a girl of her age with so much cover.