f…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 pletely 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 panions。
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 mence French and drawing。 I learned the first two ten