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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
sumptuously
.
My
favourite
seat
was
a
smooth
and
broad
stone
,
rising
white
and
dry
from
the
very
middle
of
the
beck
,
and
only
to
be
got
at
by
wading
through
the
water
;
a
feat
I
accomplished
barefoot
.
The
stone
was
just
broad
enough
to
accommodate
,
comfortably
,
another
girl
and
me
,
at
that
time
my
chosen
comrade
--
one
Mary
Ann
Wilson
;
a
shrewd
,
observant
personage
,
whose
society
I
took
pleasure
in
,
partly
because
she
was
witty
and
original
,
and
partly
because
she
had
a
manner
which
set
me
at
my
ease
.
Some
years
older
than
I
,
she
knew
more
of
the
world
,
and
could
tell
me
many
things
I
liked
to
hear
:
with
her
my
curiosity
found
gratification
:
to
my
faults
also
she
gave
ample
indulgence
,
never
imposing
curb
or
rein
on
anything
I
said
.
She
had
a
turn
for
narrative
,
I
for
analysis
;
she
liked
to
inform
,
I
to
question
;
so
we
got
on
swimmingly
together
,
deriving
much
entertainment
,
if
not
much
improvement
,
from
our
mutual
intercourse
.
And
where
,
meantime
,
was
Helen
Burns
?
Why
did
I
not
spend
these
sweet
days
of
liberty
with
her
?
Had
I
forgotten
her
?
or
was
I
so
worthless
as
to
have
grown
tired
of
her
pure
society
?
Surely
the
Mary
Ann
Wilson
I
have
mentioned
was
inferior
to
my
first
acquaintance
:
she
could
only
tell
me
amusing
stories
,
and
reciprocate
any
racy
and
pungent
gossip
I
chose
to
indulge
in
;
while
,
if
I
have
spoken
truth
of
Helen
,
she
was
qualified
to
give
those
who
enjoyed
the
privilege
of
her
converse
a
taste
of
far
higher
things
.
True
,
reader
;
and
I
knew
and
felt
this
:
and
though
I
am
a
defective
being
,
with
many
faults
and
few
redeeming
points
,
yet
I
never
tired
of
Helen
Burns
;
nor
ever
ceased
to
cherish
for
her
a
sentiment
of
attachment
,
as
strong
,
tender
,
and
respectful
as
any
that
ever
animated
my
heart
.
How
could
it
be
otherwise
,
when
Helen
,
at
all
times
and
under
all
circumstances
,
evinced
for
me
a
quiet
and
faithful
friendship
,
which
ill-humour
never
soured
,
nor
irritation
never
troubled
?
But
Helen
was
ill
at
present
:
for
some
weeks
she
had
been
removed
from
my
sight
to
I
knew
not
what
room
upstairs
.
She
was
not
,
I
was
told
,
in
the
hospital
portion
of
the
house
with
the
fever
patients
;
for
her
complaint
was
consumption
,
not
typhus
:
and
by
consumption
I
,
in
my
ignorance
,
understood
something
mild
,
which
time
and
care
would
be
sure
to
alleviate
.
I
was
confirmed
in
this
idea
by
the
fact
of
her
once
or
twice
coming
downstairs
on
very
warm
sunny
afternoons
,
and
being
taken
by
Miss
Temple
into
the
garden
;
but
,
on
these
occasions
,
I
was
not
allowed
to
go
and
speak
to
her
;
I
only
saw
her
from
the
schoolroom
window
,
and
then
not
distinctly
;
for
she
was
much
wrapped
up
,
and
sat
at
a
distance
under
the
verandah
.
One
evening
,
in
the
beginning
of
June
,
I
had
stayed
out
very
late
with
Mary
Ann
in
the
wood
;
we
had
,
as
usual
,
separated
ourselves
from
the
others
,
and
had
wandered
far
;
so
far
that
we
lost
our
way
,
and
had
to
ask
it
at
a
lonely
cottage
,
where
a
man
and
woman
lived
,
who
looked
after
a
herd
of
half-wild
swine
that
fed
on
the
mast
in
the
wood
.
When
we
got
back
,
it
was
after
moonrise
:
a
pony
,
which
we
knew
to
be
the
surgeon
's
,
was
standing
at
the
garden
door
.
Mary
Ann
remarked
that
she
supposed
some
one
must
be
very
ill
,
as
Mr.
Bates
had
been
sent
for
at
that
time
of
the
evening
.
She
went
into
the
house
;
I
stayed
behind
a
few
minutes
to
plant
in
my
garden
a
handful
of
roots
I
had
dug
up
in
the
forest
,
and
which
I
feared
would
wither
if
I
left
them
till
the
morning
.
This
done
,
I
lingered
yet
a
little
longer
:
the
flowers
smelt
so
sweet
as
the
dew
fell
;
it
was
such
a
pleasant
evening
,
so
serene
,
so
warm
;
the
still
glowing
west
promised
so
fairly
another
fine
day
on
the
morrow
;
the
moon
rose
with
such
majesty
in
the
grave
east
.
I
was
noting
these
things
and
enjoying
them
as
a
child
might
,
when
it
entered
my
mind
as
it
had
never
done
before
:
-
"
How
sad
to
be
lying
now
on
a
sick
bed
,
and
to
be
in
danger
of
dying
!
This
world
is
pleasant
--
it
would
be
dreary
to
be
called
from
it
,
and
to
have
to
go
who
knows
where
?
"
