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"What would Uncle Reed say to you, if he were alive?" was my

scarcely voluntary deue pronounced words withoutspoke out of me over which I had no control

"What?" said Mrs Reed under her breath: her usually cold corey eye became troubled with a look like fear; she took her hand

froazed at me as if she really did not knohether I

were child or fiend I was now in for it

"My Uncle Reed is in heaven, and can see all you do and think; and

so can papa and ,

and how you wish me dead"

Mrs Reed soon rallied her spirits: she shook me most soundly, she

boxed both my ears, and then left me without a word Bessie

supplied the hiatus by a hoth, in which she

proved beyond a doubt that I was the most wicked and abandoned child

ever reared under a roof I half believed her; for I felt indeed

only bad feelings surging in my breast

November, December, and half of January passed away Christmas and

the New Year had been celebrated at Gateshead with the usual festive

cheer; presents had been interchanged, dinners and evening parties

given From every enjoyaiety consisted in witnessing the daily apparelling of Eliza

and Georgiana, and seeing the-room, dressed

out in thin letted; and afterwards, in listening to the sound of the piano