Such a burden to be left on my hands--and so much annoyance as she caused me, daily and hourly, with her incomprehensible disposition, and her sudden starts of temper, and her continual, unnatural watchings of one's movements! I declare she talked to me once like something mad, or like a fiend--no child ever spoke or looked as she did; I was glad to get her away from the house.

What did they do with her at Lowood?
The fever broke out there, and many of the pupils died.

She, however, did not die: but I said she did--I wish she had died!" "A strange wish, Mrs.Reed; why do you hate her so ?" "I had a dislike to her mother always; for she was my husband's only sister, and a great favourite with him: he opposed the family's disowning her when she made her low marriage; and when news came of her death, he wept like a simpleton.

He would send for the baby; though I entreated him rather to put it out to nurse and pay for its maintenance.

I hated it the first time I set my eyes on it--a sickly, whining, pining thing! It would wail in its cradle all night long--not screaming heartily like any other child, but whimpering and moaning.