Jane Eyre Page #2

I'm not bad.

I promise I'm not, but I hate him.

I hate him!

It's wrong to hate people.

I can't help it!

I thought school would be a place

where people would love me.

I want people to love me and believe

in me and be kind to me.

I'd let my arm be broken if it would

make anyone love me.

Or let a horse kick me,

or be tossed by a bull.

Don't say such things.

But I would! I would!

Eat your bread, Jane.

O merciful Providence,

who of thy generous plenty

doth give us the abundant fruits of

the field for our sustenance,

grant us that, though we are duly

and properly grateful for

this our earthly food,

yet our hearts may be more lastingly

fixed upon thy heavenly manor. Amen.

Helen, where does that road go?

I told you before. To Bradford.

But after Bradford.

Darby, I suppose, and Nottingham,

and then London.

From London to Dover,

and across the sea to France,

and then over the mountains

and down to Italy,

and to Florence and Rome and Madrid and

Madrid isn't in Italy, Jane.

That road goes there all the same.

We'll drive along it one day,

when we're grown-up, Helen,

in a lovely coach and four.

And I'll have beautiful, curly hair,

just like yours,

and I'll have read all the books

in the world,

and I'll play the piano and talk French

almost as well as you do.

Dreaming again, Jane?

Oh, Dr. Rivers.

I know somebody who's going to be late

for inspection.

Not this time. I'll beat you there.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

That cough doesn't seem any better,

Helen.

We'll have to take care of it.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah.

Thank you.

You keep your schoolroom uncommonly

cold, Mr. Brocklehurst.

A matter of principle, Dr. Rivers.

Our aim is not to pamper the body,

but to strengthen the soul.

I should hardly have thought that a bad

cough was any aid to salvation,

then I'm not a theologian.

Good day, sir.

If I may venture an opinion, sir...

When I want your opinion, madame,

I shall call for it.

Johnson, you poke your chin

most unpleasantly. draw it in.

Edwards, I insist on your holding

your head up.

I will not have you stand

before me in that attitude.

Miss Scatcherd,

fetch me the scissors immediately.

What, may I ask,is the meaning of this?

Why, in defiance of every precept and

principle of this establishment,

is this young person permitted to

wear her hair in one massive curls?

Her hair curls naturally, sir.

Miss Scatcherd,

how often must I tell you,

we are not here to conform to nature?

I want these girls to be children

of grace.

Please, please, sir, don't do that!

You can cut mine, sir,

as much as you wish, but please...

Silence!

So this is the spirit that prevails

at Lowood.

First vanity, and now insurrection.

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