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for forgiveness,” said Abbott.

      They left and locked the door behind them.

      Left alone, holding furiously onto the chair I had been pushed into, I turned the afternoon’s events over and over in my mind.[4] Why did everyone adore selfish, rude John, Georgiana and Eliza, and hate me, even though I tried to be good? Why could I never please? Was it because they were pretty, with their golden curls and silk dresses, and I was poor and plain? “Unjust! – unjust!” said a voice in my head.

      The room was silent as it was far from the nursery and kitchen. It was getting dark as the daylight faded and I had no candle. It was cold too as there was no fire. I thought about Mr. Reed. He had been my uncle – my mother’s brother. When my parents had died, I was a baby, and my uncle Reed had brought me to live at Gateshead Hall. Bessie had told me that Mrs. Reed only continued to look after me because, just before his death, Mr. Reed had made her promise that she would.

      He had always been kind to me. Perhaps now his spirit was watching,[5] and was angry about the way they treated me. Perhaps – I gripped the chair more tightly, and felt frightened – perhaps his ghost really lived in this room.

      The thought of seeing a ghost, even kind Mr. Reed’s ghost, filled me with terror. I was not quite sure whether Abbott and Bessie had locked the door; I got up and went to see. Alas! yes. I stared into the darkness in panic, convinced a phantom was about to appear.

      At this moment a light gleamed on the wall and began to glide slowly across the ceiling towards me.

      Looking back, I know it was probably nothing more than a footman carrying a lantern across the lawn.[6] But, in my terrified state of mind, I believed it was the ghost. My head grew hot, something seemed near me. I rushed to the door and shook the lock in desperate effort screaming.

      I heard footsteps, the key turned, Bessie and Abbot entered.

      “Take me out! Let me go into the nursery!” I cried.

      “What for? Are you hurt? Have you seen something?” demanded Bessie.

      “I saw a light, and I thought it was a ghost…”

      “What is all this?” It was Mrs. Reed. “Bessie, I told you to leave Jane alone.”

      “Miss Jane screamed so loudly, ma’am…”

      “You cannot get out by these means, child,” Mrs. Reed said. “It is my duty to show you that tricks will not work. You will now stay here an hour longer.”

      “O aunt! have pity! Forgive me!”

      But I was only an actress in her eyes. Bessie and Abbot left first, Mrs. Reed pushed me back into the room and locked me in.

      Left alone once more, I fell unconscious, as that was the last thing I remembered.

      Chapter 2

      When I woke up, I was somewhere warm and soft. There was a red glow and muffled voices around me. Someone lifted me, and then I rested my head against a pillow or an arm, and felt easy.

      When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was in my own bed. The glow came from the fire. It was night. Bessie stood beside me, looking anxious, and a gentleman sat in a chair near my pillow. I knew him. It was Mr. Lloyd, an apothecary. Mrs. Reed called him sometimes when the servants were ill.

      “Who am I, Jane?” he asked.

      “Mr. Lloyd,” I said, offering him at the same time my hand. He took it and smiled.

      “I think she’ll be alright. I’ll come back tomorrow.”

      He departed, to my grief. I felt so sheltered when he sat in the chair, and then all the room darkened.

      “Would you like to sleep, Miss Eyre?” asked Bessie, rather softly.

      “I’ll try.”

      “Would you like something to eat or drink?”

      “No thank you,” I said, puzzled.[7] Why was she so nice to me?

      “Then I’ll go to bed myself – it’s after midnight,” she said. “But you can call me if you want anything.”

      “Bessie, what is going on?” I asked. “Am I ill?”

      “You fainted crying in the red-room. You’ll be better soon.”

      Next day I sat wrapped in a shawl by the fire. I felt weak and broken down. None of the Reeds were home, and I could be happy. Instead, my nerves were in such a state that no calm could soothe, and no pleasure excite them. Even when Bessie came in with a tart for me, I put it away. As Bessie finished dusting and tidying the room, she began making a new bonnet for Georgiana’s doll and sing. Her voice was sweet but I found its melody sad.

      “Why did they send me so far and so lonely,

      Up where the moors spread and grey rocks are piled?

      Men are hard-hearted, and kind angels only

      Watch o’er the steps of a poor orphan child.”

      “Miss Jane, don’t cry,’ said Bessie as she finished the ballad. She might as well have said to the fire, ‘don’t burn!’

      At midday, Mr. Lloyd returned, as he had promised, and asked Bessie how I was. Bessie answered that I was doing very well.

      “Then she should look more cheerful. Come here, Jane. Well, you cried, didn’t you? Why?”

      “She couldn’t go out with the others in the carriage,” said Bessie.

      “No. I hate going out in the carriage. I cry because I am miserable.”

      The good apothecary seemed puzzled. “And what made you ill yesterday?”

      “She had a fall,” said Bessie.

      “I doubt that. She is no child,” said Mr. Lloyd.

      Just then the bell rang, calling the servants to their lunch. Bessie wanted to stay but the rules were strict and she could not be late.

      “Now then,” said Mr. Lloyd, when she had gone. “The fall did not make you ill; what did, then?”

      “I was locked in a room where there was a ghost.”

      “Ghost! You are a baby after all! Are you afraid of ghosts?”

      “Mr. Reed died in that room. Nobody goes there at night. It was cruel to shut me up alone without a candle.”

      “Nonsense!”

      “And I am unhappy for other things.”

      “What other things?”

      I wanted to reply fully to the question but children can feel, but they cannot analyse their feelings.

      “For one thing, I have no mother or father…”

      “But you have a kind aunt and cousins.”

      “John Reed hit me and Mrs. Reed shut me up in the red-room.”

      “Don’t you think Gateshead Hall a very beautiful house?”

      “It is not my house, sir, and I have less right to be here than a servant.”

      “I can’t believe you want to leave such a splendid place.”

      “If I had anywhere else to go, I would leave this second.”

      Now I could see that Mr. Lloyd believed me.

      “Would you like to go to school?”

      I hardly knew what school was. John Reed hated his school. Bessie sometimes spoke of it as a place where young ladies wore backboards, and were taught to be exceedingly genteel and precise. There girls could paint and sew, sing and play the piano, and read books in French. If I went to school, I would be allowed to read all kinds of books. And it would mean leaving Gateshead Hall

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