all my brain was in tumult, and all my heart in insurrection! Yet in

what darkness, what dense ignorance, was the mental battle fought! I

could not answer the ceaseless inward question- why I thus suffered;

now, at the distance of- I will not say how many years, I see it

I was a discord in Gateshead Hall: I was like nobody there; I had

nothing in harmony with Mrs. Reed or her children, or her chosen

vassalage. If they did not love me, in fact, as little did I love

them. They were not bound to regard with affection a thing that