The original text of Teacher Charlotte Brontexq

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William Klimsworth's mother is a noble lady who offended her two brothers by marrying a businessman. After her husband's death, William's mother was poor, but from ruin, a noble brother, watched her sister leave two orphans and died with resentment. Only after that did the two uncles have to agree to pay for William's education. During the ten years that William was raised by his uncle, he lived under the fence and was ashamed and humiliated. Finally, he broke up with his uncle and went to take refuge in his own brother Edward, who had made a fortune as a factory owner. But Edward doesn't care about William at all, and he is a stranger to William. Unable to bear the abuse of his brother, William left angrily and went to a private school in Brussels to become an English teacher. He also met the headmistress Zolede and the handicraft teacher Frances. Zolede was fascinated by William at first, but later abandoned him for money and found another high branch. William, on the other hand, fell in love with the smart, studious, kind and stubborn Frances, and the two of them, appreciate each other, finally got married after several twists and turns.

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Chapter 2

Rich income is what I need, and it is also my current goal and determination. However, this goal has never been so far away from me as it is now. With the arrival of August, the school year is over. The exam has been finished, the awards have been finished, the school has been closed, and the doors of all universities and boarding schools have been closed until mid-October. Time flies, and it's almost the end of August, but what about my position? Wouldn't it be better if I started taking some steps at the beginning of last quarter? On the contrary, I lost another position because I gave up my job as an English teacher in Miss Root's school. I willingly cut my annual income by twenty pounds, from sixty pounds to forty pounds a year. Even this amount is very unsafe now.

I haven't mentioned Mr. Pelit for a long time. As I remember, the last thing I mentioned about him was the tryst between him and Miss Root, which was a big exposure of the gentleman. In fact, since that incident, our interest in communication has become indifferent. He really didn't know that in the dead of night when all was silent and the moonlight was like water, an open lattice window exposed his selfish love and hypocritical friendship in front of me, and he was as smooth and arrogant as before. But I have become like a porcupine covered in thorns, as inflexible as a black thorn stick. I never smiled at his kind teasing, and I never stayed with him for a moment; He invited me to his living room for coffee, but I refused all of them, and refused so bluntly and firmly; He used to make wisecracks about the headmistress (he still does that now), which always amused me. Now I just listen in disgust and do nothing. Pelit patiently endured my indifference for a long time, and even became more attentive to me. However, when he found that even if he was polite to me, he still couldn't move me or ease my attitude, he finally turned cold and stopped inviting me, and his face became suspicious and gloomy. I can see from the puzzled and puzzling look on his brow that under the premise of continuous investigation and comparison, he is also eager to draw an explanatory conclusion. I think it didn't take him long to succeed, because he didn't lack keen insight. Besides, perhaps with the help of Miss Zoleder, he solved the mystery. In any case, his doubtful and hesitant attitude disappeared. He simply tore off all the warm and friendly disguises and put on a silent and serious face, but his attitude towards me was still cautious and polite. This is exactly what I want to achieve, and I feel more comfortable and free again. To be honest, I don't like my position in his family, but now that I have got rid of the troubles caused by Mr. Pelit's hypocritical friendship and duplicity, I can still endure it. What's more, the excessive hatred and jealousy of the principal for me didn't bother my quiet soul. I found that he only stabbed one of my sensitive points, and the wound soon healed completely, leaving only a little contempt for his usual sinister face and only trying to find out about those now.

this situation lasted until mid-July, and then a little change took place. One night, Pelit came home an hour later than usual, obviously drunk, which was abnormal for him, because if he had been infected with the worst habit of his compatriots, then at the same time, he still kept one of their virtues, that is, abstinence from alcohol. This time, he was as drunk as a fiddler. He rang the bell desperately in the hall first, which shocked the whole school at once (except the students, because the dormitory was above the classroom in another building, so it was not disturbed), and then he asked someone to send lunch at once, because he thought it was noon, in fact, the midnight bell in the city had just struck. He angrily reprimanded the servants for not being punctual for dinner, and then ran to blame his poor old mother; The old lady advised him to go to bed, but he swore at "that damn Englishman, Klimsworth". His crazy look was very scary. I didn't sleep at that time. I got some German books, and I always read them late these nights. I heard the noise downstairs and recognized that the headmaster was shouting at the top of his lungs. The cry was unusual and terrible. I opened a crack in the door and heard that he was about to have "Klimsworth" brought to him. He was going to cut his throat and clean his personality on the table in the hall. He asserted that Klimsworth's personality was filthy, with hateful English blood. "He is either crazy or drunk," I thought. "Whether he is crazy or drunk, the old lady and the servants need help." So, I went straight downstairs to the living room. I saw him walking unsteadily, his eyes rolling rapidly and wildly, and his half-crazy and half-stupid appearance was really beautiful.

"Come on, Mr. Pelit, you'd better go to bed." I grabbed his arm and said. Just now, he wanted to change my blood. At this moment, when he saw me and touched me, of course, he was even more excited. He struggled desperately, kicking and hitting me. However, a drunk is no match for a sober person; In fact, even when he is normal, Pelit's thin body can never compete with me. I helped him upstairs and it took me a lot of effort to get him to bed. In the meantime, he kept mumbling, though it was intermittent, but it had a certain meaning. He called me a treacherous sons of bitches of an unjust country, and then cursed Zolede Root, calling her a "stupid bad woman, a wave of goods from easy virtue, and plunged into the arms of an unscrupulous adventurer." What he called an "adventurer" was obviously an angry attack. I forced him into bed, and I thought he would jump out of bed at once. However, when I walked out of his room, carefully turned the key and locked him in the room, and returned to my room, I was relieved. I'm sure he'll sleep in it until dawn. This enabled me to calmly draw the necessary conclusions from the scene I just witnessed.

what about the headmistress? My indifference pains her, and my contempt confuses her. She suspects that I am in love with another woman, which is undoubtedly another * * * for her; At this moment, she just fell into the trap set by herself-fell into the love she woven. Originally, she wanted to entangle me with that love. Thinking of what happened in the headmistress's garden, I can infer from Pelit's performance today that his mistress inadvertently exposed her emotional shift, or should I say her emotional tendency. If he knew that her empty heart was occupied by one of his poor teachers without him now, he would think that the word love was too warm and pure for his subjects. When I found out that I would have such a view, I was taken aback; Pelit has such a school with a long history, and what a suitable and profitable couple! Zolede, on the other hand, is such a scheming and selfish woman. I suspect that personal hobbies alone may not overwhelm secular interests. But it is clear from Pelit's words that she not only rejected him, but even inadvertently expressed her preference for me. There is such a sentence in his drunken remarks: "That woman likes you young, you uncivilized fool! When you mention your cursed English manners, you also say that you are elegant-that you are indeed dignified, and that you have the character like Caton-a joke! " I think her psychology must be very strange: although she instinctively attaches too much importance to property and status, the irony and contempt of a poor subordinate will have a far greater effect on her than the flattery and hospitality of the promising principal. I feel funny to myself. Strangely enough, although my love captive tickled my instinctive love, it didn't touch my better feelings at all. The next day, I met the headmistress, who made an excuse to meet me in the corridor. She piteously begged my love with a humble slave-like expression and eyes. But I can't love her, and it's even hard to sympathize with her. She asked me about my health with great concern. I simply and coldly perfunctory a few words, then nodded stiffly and walked past her-I could only do that. Her manners and manners at that time-often for a long time before that-only gave me the impression that they closed all the good things and lured all the harmful things in my nature; Although it can sometimes weaken my reason, it always makes my heart harder in the end. I know their harm to me, and I have also had a fierce ideological struggle for the change of my attitude. I've always hated bossy rulers, but you see, now I've got a slave, and I'm about to become a ruler who hates myself! When accepting the rich incense of such a charming and youthful female admirer, I have a poor sense of satisfaction in my heart, but while enjoying this pleasure, I also have a hateful sense of depravity. When she crept up to me like a slave, I would immediately have a nasty * * * like a pasha. For her respect for me, I sometimes endure and sometimes blame. I wanted to suppress the evil in my heart with a cold or blunt attitude, but I never thought that it would also encourage it.

once, I overheard her say to her mother, "how arrogant he is! When he smiles proudly, he is as beautiful as Apollo, the sun god. "

The happy old lady laughed and said that she thought her daughter was probably possessed, because I have no characteristics of a handsome man except my good conduct and physical disability. "Listen to me," the old lady went on. "He wears glasses like an owl."

what a respectable old girl! If she wasn't too old, too fat and too red, I would have gone over and kissed her. Compared with her daughter's morbid hallucination, her sensible truth is really good for me.

Pelit woke up the next morning after she was so drunk that she didn't remember anything about what happened the night before. Fortunately, her mother was cautious and didn't tell him that I witnessed his humiliating performance. He didn't drown his sorrows in wine, but even in a sober state, he would soon show that the jealous soldering iron had burned his soul. As a pure Frenchman, among all the factors that make up his character, the brutal French national characteristics are absolutely indispensable. This feature was first manifested in his violent attack after drinking, when his hateful threats to me exposed his vicious nature; Nowadays, this nature is more subtle: whenever his eyes occasionally meet mine, his facial muscles will contract in an instant, and his bright blue eyes will shine fiercely. He absolutely avoided talking to me, not even hypocritical manners. At this point in the relationship, I feel very bored, sometimes to the point where it is difficult to restrain. I really don't want to stay in this house any longer, and I really don't want to work hard for such a person. But who can get rid of the constraints of circumstances? At that time, I couldn't do it. After getting up every morning, I am always anxious to get rid of this fetter, and I can't wait to leave here with my suitcase. Even if I am a beggar, I am always a free man. But at night, when I came back from that lady's boarding school, there was always a pleasant voice in my ears, and a smart, smooth, thoughtful and gentle face always appeared in front of me; My mind is always haunted by a proud and flexible, sensitive and clever, solemn and enthusiastic figure; There is always an emotional voice in my memory, which is warm and shy, beautiful and real, simple and powerful, making people happy and sad-I look forward to establishing new relationships and taking on new responsibilities; This illusion drove away my turmoil and resistance, and made me tolerate the people I hated with Spartan virtue.

Pelit's anger finally calmed down. Two weeks is enough time for it to produce, develop and go out. During this period, a teacher who was hated by the headmistress was fired from the school next door. At the same time, I also showed my determination to track down and find my students. Because the headmistress refused to tell me the address of the female student, I have resolutely resigned from my job in the school. It seems that my last move immediately brought Miss Root back to her senses; Her insight and judgment, which had long been led astray by bizarre hallucinations, immediately entered the right track after the hallucinations disappeared. What I mean by the correct track here is not the steep and dangerous "moral path", which she has never walked, but the flat "common sense road", and then she made a 18-degree turn from common sense. She searched carefully in common sense, and finally found and spared no effort to pursue her old suitor Pelit, and soon surrendered to him. I don't know what means she used to appease and confuse him. However, she successfully cooled his anger and blinded his eyes, which was soon confirmed by the change of Pelit's look and attitude; She must have tried to convince him that I am not, and never was, his rival in love, because the rage he has shown me for two weeks has finally come to an end calmly and politely, and there is something smug and narcissistic about it. I feel annoyed and even more funny about it. Pelit's single life is spent in an out-and-out French way, never ignoring moral constraints. In my opinion, his married life is bound to be French. He often boasted to me how much his old acquaintances who were husbands were afraid of him; I don't think they can deal with a man as he deals with you now.

this turning point continues. As soon as the summer vacation was over, I noticed that Pelit's family was busy preparing for big events. Painters, polishers and furniture dealers are busy, talking about "Mrs.' s bedroom" and "Mrs.' s guests" everywhere