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floor, but I am sure they do not see it-her sight seems turned in,
gone down into her heart: she is looking at what she can
remember, I believe; not at what is really present. I wonder what
sort of a girl she is-whether good or naughty.í Soon after five P.M.
we had another meal, consisting of a small mug of coffee, and half
a slice of brown bread. I devoured my bread and drank my coffee
with relish; but I should have been glad of as much more-I was
still hungry. Half an hourís recreation succeeded, then study; then
the glass of water and the piece of oat-cake, prayers, and bed. Such
was my first day at Lowood.