The Discipline of the Schoolroom

I saw each girl taste her food and try to swallow it, but in most cases, the effort was soon relinquished. A quarter of an hour passed before lessons again began - during which the schoolroom was in glorious tumult. The whole conversation ran on the breakfast, which one and all abused roundly. It was the sole consolation they had. I heard the name of mister brocklehurst, pronounced by some lips, at which miss miller shook her head disapprovingly. But she made no great effort to check the general wrath. Doubtless she shared in it. Miss miller left her circle, and, standing in the middle of the room, cried, silence

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