jane eyre(简·爱)-第15章

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kindness　of　her　beloved　instructress；　or；　perhaps；　more　than　all　
these；　something　in　her　own　unique　mind；　had　roused　her　powers　
within　her。　They　woke；　they　kindled：　first；　they　glowed　in　the　
bright　tint　of　her　cheek；　which　till　this　hour　I　had　never　seen　but　
pale　and　bloodless；　then　they　shone　in　the　liquid　lustre　of　her　
eyes；　which　had　suddenly　acquired　a　beauty　more　singular　than　that　
of　Miss　Temple's…　a　beauty　neither　of　fine　colour　nor　long　eyelash；　
nor　pencilled　brow；　but　of　meaning；　of　movement；　of　radiance。　Then　her　
soul　sat　on　her　lips；　and　language　flowed；　from　what　source　I　cannot　
tell。　Has　a　girl　of　fourteen　a　heart　large　enough；　vigorous　enough；　to　
hold　the　swelling　spring　of　pure；　full；　fervid　eloquence？　Such　was　the　
characteristic　of　Helen's　discourse　on　that；　to　me；　memorable　evening；　
her　spirit　seemed　hastening　to　live　within　a　very　brief　span　as　much　
as　many　live　during　a　protracted　existence。　
　　　They　conversed　of　things　I　had　never　heard　of；　of　nations　and　times　
past；　of　countries　far　away；　of　secrets　of　nature　discovered　or　
guessed　at：　they　spoke　of　books：　how　many　they　had　read！　What　stores　
of　knowledge　they　possessed！　Then　they　seemed　so　familiar　with　
French　names　and　French　authors：　but　my　amazement　reached　its　climax　
when　Miss　Temple　asked　Helen　if　she　sometimes　snatched　a　moment　to　
recall　the　Latin　her　father　had　taught　her；　and　taking　a　book　from　a　
shelf；　bade　her　read　and　construe　a　page　of　Virgil；　and　Helen　
obeyed；　my　organ　of　veneration　expanding　at　every　sounding　line。　She　
had　scarcely　finished　ere　the　bell　announced　bedtime！　no　delay　could　
be　admitted；　Miss　Temple　embraced　us　both；　saying；　as　she　drew　us　to　
her　heart…　
　　　'God　bless　you；　my　children！'　
　　　Helen　she　held　a　little　longer　than　me：　she　let　her　go　more　
reluctantly；　it　was　Helen　her　eye　followed　to　the　door；　it　was　for　her　
she　a　second　time　breathed　a　sad　sigh；　for　her　she　wiped　a　tear　from　
her　cheek。　
　　　On　reaching　the　bedroom；　we　heard　the　voice　of　Miss　Scatcherd：　
she　was　examining　drawers；　she　had　just　pulled　out　Helen　Burns's；　
and　when　we　entered　Helen　was　greeted　with　a　sharp　reprimand；　and　told　
that　to…morrow　she　should　have　half　a　dozen　of　untidily　folded　
articles　pinned　to　her　shoulder。　
　　　'My　things　were　indeed　in　shameful　disorder；'　murmured　Helen　to　me；　
in　a　low　voice：　'I　intended　to　have　arranged　them；　but　I　forgot。'　
　　　Next　morning；　Miss　Scatcherd　wrote　in　conspicuous　characters　on　a　
piece　of　pasteboard　the　word　'Slattern；'　and　bound　it　like　a　
phylactery　round　Helen's　large；　mild；　intelligent；　and　
benign…looking　forehead。　She　wore　it　till　evening；　patient；　
unresentful；　regarding　it　as　a　deserved　punishment。　The　moment　Miss　
Scatcherd　withdrew　after　afternoon　school；　I　ran　to　Helen；　tore　it　
off；　and　thrust　it　into　the　fire：　the　fury　of　which　she　was　
incapable　had　been　burning　in　my　soul　all　day；　and　tears；　hot　and　
large；　had　continually　been　scalding　my　cheek；　for　the　spectacle　of　
her　sad　resignation　gave　me　an　intolerable　pain　at　the　heart。　
　　　About　a　week　subsequently　to　the　incidents　above　narrated；　Miss　
Temple；　who　had　written　to　Mr。　Lloyd；　received　his　answer：　it　appeared　
that　what　he　said　went　to　corroborate　my　account。　Miss　Temple；　
having　assembled　the　whole　school；　announced　that　inquiry　had　been　
made　into　the　charges　alleged　against　Jane　Eyre；　and　that　she　was　most　
happy　to　be　able　to　pronounce　her　completely　cleared　from　every　
imputation。　The　teachers　then　shook　hands　with　me　and　kissed　me；　and　a　
murmur　of　pleasure　ran　through　the　ranks　of　my　companions。　
　　　Thus　relieved　of　a　grievous　load；　I　from　that　hour　set　to　work　
afresh；　resolved　to　pioneer　my　way　through　every　difficulty：　I　
toiled　hard；　and　my　success　was　proportionate　to　my　efforts；　my　
memory；　not　naturally　tenacious；　improved　with　practice；　exercise　
sharpened　my　wits；　in　a　few　weeks　I　was　promoted　to　a　higher　class；　in　
less　than　two　months　I　was　allowed　to　commence　French　and　drawing。　I　
learned　the　first　two　tenses　of　the　verb　Etre；　and　sketched　my　first　
cottage　（whose　walls；　by　the　bye；　outrivalled　in　slope　those　of　the　
leaning　tower　of　Pisa）；　on　the　same　day。　That　night；　on　going　to　
bed；　I　forgot　to　prepare　in　imagination　the　Barmecide　supper　of　hot　
roast　potatoes；　or　white　bread　and　new　milk；　with　which　I　was　wont　
to　amuse　my　inward　cravings：　I　feasted　instead　on　the　spectacle　of　
ideal　drawings；　which　I　saw　in　the　dark；　all　the　work　of　my　own　hands：　
freely　pencilled　houses　and　trees；　picturesque　rocks　and　ruins；　
Cuyp…like　groups　of　cattle；　sweet　paintings　of　butterflies　hovering　
over　unblown　roses；　of　birds　picking　at　ripe　cherries；　of　wrens'　nests　
enclosing　pearl…like　eggs；　wreathed　about　with　young　ivy　sprays。　I　
examined；　too；　in　thought；　the　possibility　of　my　ever　being　able　to　
translate　currently　a　certain　little　French　story　which　Madame　Pierrot　
had　that　day　shown　me；　nor　was　that　problem　solved　to　my　
satisfaction　ere　I　fell　sweetly　asleep。　
　　　Well　has　Solomon　said…　'Better　is　a　dinner　of　herbs　where　love　
is；　than　a　stalled　ox　and　hatred　therewith。'　
　　　I　would　not　now　have　exchanged　Lowood　with　all　its　privations　for　
Gateshead　and　its　daily　luxuries。　


　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　CHAPTER　IX　


　　　BUT　the　privations；　or　rather　the　hardships；　of　Lowood　lessened。　
Spring　drew　on：　she　was　indeed　already　come；　the　frosts　of　winter　
had　ceased；　its　snows　were　melted；　its　cutting　winds　ameliorated。　My　
wretched　feet；　flayed　and　swollen　to　lameness　by　the　sharp　air　of　
January；　began　to　heal　and　subside　under　the　gentler　breathings　of　
April；　the　nights　and　mornings　no　longer　by　their　Canadian　temperature　
froze　the　very　blood　in　our　veins；　we　could　now　endure　the　play…hour　
passed　in　the　garden：　sometimes　on　a　sunny　day　it　began　even　to　be　
pleasant　and　genial；　and　a　greenness　grew　over　those　brown　beds；　
which；　freshening　daily；　suggested　the　thought　that　Hope　traversed　
them　at　night；　and　left　each　morning　brighter　traces　of　her　steps。　
Flowers　peeped　out　amongst　the　leaves；　snowdrops；　crocuses；　purple　
auriculas；　and　golden…eyed　pansies。　On　Thursday　afternoons　
（half…holidays）　we　now　took　walks；　and　found　still　sweeter　flowers　
opening　by　the　wayside；　under　the　hedges。　
　　　I　discovered；　too；　that　a　great　pleasure；　an　enjoyment　which　the　
horizon　only　bounded；　lay　all　outside　the　high　and　spike…guarded　walls　
of　our　garden：　this　pleasure　consisted　in　prospect　of　noble　summits　
girdling　a　great　hill…hollow；　rich　in　verdure　and　shadow；　in　a　
bright　beck；　full　of　dark　stones　and　sparkling　eddies。　How　different　
had　this　scene　looked　when　I　viewed　it　laid　out　beneath　the　iron　sky　
of　winter；　stiffened　in　frost；　shrouded　with　snow！…　when　mists　as　
chill　as　death　wandered　to　the　impulse　of　east　winds　along　those　
purple　peaks；　and　rolled　down　'ing'　and　holm　till　they　blended　with　
the　frozen　fog　of　the　beck！　That　beck　itself　was　then　a　torrent；　
turbid　and　curbless：　it　tore　asunder　the　wood；　and　sent　a　raving　sound　
through　the　air；　often　thickened　with　wild　rain　or　whirling　sleet；　and　
for　the　forest　on　its　banks；　that　showed　only　ranks　of　skeletons。　
　　　April　advanced　to　May：　a　bright；　serene　May　it　was；　days　of　blue　
sky；　placid　sunshine；　and　soft　western　or　southern　gales　filled　up　its　
duration。　And　now　vegetation　matured　with　vigour；　Lowood　shook　loose　
its　tresses；　it　became　all　green；　all　flowery；　its　great　elm；　ash；　and　
oak　skeletons　were　restored　to　majestic　life；　woodland　plants　sprang　
up　profusely　in　its　recesses；　unnumbered　varieties　of　moss　filled　
its　hollows；　and　it　made　a　strange　ground…sunshine　out　of　the　wealth　
of　its　wild　primrose　plants：　I　have　seen　their　pale　gold　gleam　in　
overshadowed　spots　like　scatterings　of　the　sweetest　lustre。　All　this　I　
enjoyed　often　and　fully；　free；　unwatched；　and　almost　alone：　for　this　
unwonted　liberty　and　pleasure　there　was　a　cause；　to　which　it　now　
becomes　my　task　to　advert。　
　　　Have　I　not　described　a　pleasant　site　for　a　dwelling；　when　I　speak　
of　it　as　bosomed　in　hill　and　wood；　and　rising　from　the　verge　of　a　
stream？　Assuredly；　pleasant　enough：　but　whether　healthy　or　not　is　
another　question。　
　　　That　forest…dell；　where　Lowood　lay；　was　the　cradle　of　fog　and　
fog…bred　pestilence；　which；　quickening　with　the　quickening　spring；　
crept　into　the　Orphan　Asylum；　breathed　typhus　through　its　crowded　
schoolroom　and　dormitory；　and；　ere　May　arrived；　transformed　the　
seminary　into　an　hospital。　
　　　Semi…starvation　and　neglected　colds　had　predisposed　most　of　the　
pupils　to　receive　infection：　forty…five　out　of　the　eighty　girls　lay　
ill　at　one　time。　Classes　were　broken　up；　rules　relaxed。　The　few　who　
continued　well　were　allowed　almost　unlimited　license；　because　the　
medical　attendant　insisted　on　the　necessity　of　frequent　exercise　to　
keep　them　in　health：　and　had　it　been　otherwise；　no　one　had　leisure　
to　watch　or　restrain　them。　Miss　Temple's　whole　attention　was　
absorbed　by　the　patients：　she　lived　in　the　sick…room；　never　quitting　
it　except　to　snatch　a　few　hours'　rest　at　night。　The　teachers　were　
fully　occupied　with　packing　up　and　making　other　necessary　preparations　
for　the　departure　of　those　girls　who　were　fortunate　enough　to　have　
friends　and　relations　able　and　willing　to　remove　them　from　the　seat　of　
contagion。　Many；　already　smitten；　went　home　only　to　die：　some　died　
at　the　school；　and　were　buried　quietly　and　quickly；　the　nature　of　
the　malady　forbidding　delay。　
　　　While　disease　had　thus　become　an　inhabitant　of　Lowood；　and　death　
its　frequent　visitor；　while　there　was　gloom　and　fear　within　its　walls；　
while　its　rooms　and　passages　steamed　with　hospital　smells；　the　drug　
and　the　pastille　striving　vainly　to　overcome　the　effluvia　of　
mortality；　that　bright　May　shone　unclouded　over　the　bold　hills　and　
beautiful　woodland　out　of　doors。　Its　garden；　too；　glowed　with　flowers：　
hollyhocks　had　sprung　up　tall　as　trees；　lilies　had　opened；　tulips　
and　roses　were　in　bloom；　the　borders　of　the　little　beds　were　gay　
with　pink　thrift　and　crimson　double　daisies；　the　sweetbriars　gave　out；　
morning　and　evening；　their　scent　of　spice　and　apples；　and　these　
fragrant　treasures　were　all　useless　for　most　of　the　inmates　of　Lowood；　
except　to　furnish　now　and　then　a　handful　of　herbs　and　blossoms　to　
put　in　a　coffin。　
　　　But　I；　and　the　rest　who　continued　well；　enjoyed　fully　the　
beauties　of　the　scene　and　season；　they　let　us　ramble　in　the　wood；　like　
gipsies；　from　morning　till　night；　we　did　what　we　liked；　went　where　
we　liked：　we　lived　better　too。　Mr。　Brocklehurst　and　his　family　never　
came　near　Lowood　now：　household　matters　were　not　scrutinised　into；　the　
cross　housekeeper　was　gone；　driven　away　by　the　fear　of　infection；　
her　successor；　who　had　been　matron　at　the　Lowton　Dispensary；　unused　to　
the　ways　of　her　new　abode；　provided　with　comparative　liberality。　
Besides；　there　were　fewer　to　feed；　the　sick　could　eat　little；　our　
breakfast…basins　were　better　filled；　when　there　was　no　time　to　prepare　
a　regular　dinner；　which　often　happened；　she　would　give　us　a　large　
piece　of　cold　pie；　or　a　thick　slice　of　bread　and　cheese；　and　this　we　
carried　away　with　us　to　the　wood；　where　we　each　chose　the　spot　we　
liked　best；　and　dined　sumptuous