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Chapter IV

           He,foritwasaman,turnedhisheadslowlytowardswhereIstood,andhavingexaminedmewiththetwoinquisitive-lookinggreyeyeswhichtwinkledunderapairofbushybrows,saidsolemnly,andinabassvoice, "Hersizeissmall:whatisherage?" 

           "Tenyears." 

           "Somuch?"wasthedoubtfulanswer;andheprolongedhisscrutinyforsomeminutes.Presentlyheaddressedme"Yourname,littlegirl?" 

           "JaneEyre,sir." 

           InutteringthesewordsIlookedup:heseemedtomeatallgentleman;butthenIwasverylittle;hisfeatureswerelarge,andtheyandallthelinesofhisframewereequallyharshandprim. 

           "Well,JaneEyre,andareyouagoodchild?" 

           Impossibletoreplytothisintheaffirmative:mylittleworldheldacontraryopinion:Iwassilent. Mrs.Reedansweredformebyanexpressiveshakeofthehead,addingsoon, "Perhapsthelesssaidonthatsubjectthebetter,Mr.Brocklehurst." 

           "Sorryindeedtohearit!sheandImusthavesometalk;"andbendingfromtheperpendicular,heinstalledhispersoninthearm-chairoppositeMrs.Reed’s. "Comehere,"hesaid. 

           Isteppedacrosstherug;heplacedmesquareandstraightbeforehim. Whatafacehehad,nowthatitwasalmostonalevelwithmine!whatagreatnose!andwhatamouth!andwhatlargeprominentteeth! 

           "Nosightsosadasthatofanaughtychild,"hebegan,"especiallyanaughtylittlegirl. Doyouknowwherethewickedgoafterdeath?" 

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