d　I　was　borne　upstairs。

Chapter　2

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　sanity。

“She　never