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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 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 pair
of hands arrested me instantly.
"If you don't sit still, you must be tied down," said Bessie. "Miss Abbot, lend me
your garters; she would break mine directly."
Miss Abbot 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 Abbot stood with
folded arms, looking darkly and doubtfully on my face, as incredulous of my
"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."
Bessie answered not; but ere long, addressing me, she said--"You ought to be
aware, Miss, that you are under obligations to Mrs. Reed: she keeps you: if she
were to turn you off, you would have to go to the poorhouse."
I had nothing to say to these words: they were not new to me: my very first
recollections of existence included hints of the same kind. This reproach of my
dependence had become a vague sing-song in my ear: very painful and
crushing, but only half intelligible. Miss Abbot joined in --
"And you ought not to think yourself on an equality with the Misses Reed and
Master Reed, because Missis kindly allows you to be brought up with them. They
will have a great deal of money, and you will have none: it is your place to be
humble, and to try to make yourself agreeable to them."