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Mr。Bhaerspokewarmly,andwalkedtothefire,crumplingthepaperinhishands。Josatstill,lookingasifthefirehadcometoher,forhercheeksburnedlongafterthecockedhathadturnedtosmokeandgoneharmlesslyupthechimney。
“Ishouldlikemuchtosendalltherestafterhim,“mutteredtheProfessor,comingbackwitharelievedair。
Jothoughtwhatablazeherpileofpapersupstairswouldmake,andherhard-earnedmoneylayratherheavilyonherconscienceatthatminute。Thenshethoughtconsolinglytoherself,“Minearenotlikethat,theyareonlysilly,neverbad,soIwon’tbeworried,“andtakingupherbook,shesaid,withastudiousface,“Shallwegoon,Sir?I’llbeverygoodandpropernow。“
“Ishallhopeso,“wasallhesaid,buthemeantmorethansheimagined,andthegrave,kindlookhegavehermadeherfeelasifthewordsWeeklyVolcanowereprintedinlargetypeonherforehead。
Assoonasshewenttoherroom,shegotoutherpapers,andcarefullyrereadeveryoneofherstories。Beingalittleshortsighted,Mr。Bhaersometimesusedeyeglasses,andJohadtriedthemonce,smilingtoseehowtheymagnifiedthefineprintofherbook。NowsheseemedtohaveontheProfessor’smentalormoralspectaclesalso,forthefaultsofthesepoorstoriesglaredatherdreadfullyandfilledherwithdismay。
“Theyaretrash,andwillsoonbeworsetrashifIgoon,foreachismoresensationalthanthelast。I’vegoneblindlyon,hurtingmyselfandotherpeople,forthesakeofmoney。Iknowit’sso,forIcan’treadthisstuffinsoberearnestwithoutbeinghorriblyashamedofit,andwhatshouldIdoiftheywereseenathomeorMr。Bhaergotholdofthem?“
Joturnedhotatthebareidea,andstuffedthewholebundleintoherstove,nearlysettingthechimneyafirewiththeblaze。
“Yes,that’sthebestplaceforsuchinflammablenonsense。
I’dbetterburnthehousedown,Isuppose,thanletotherpeopleblowthemselvesupwithmygunpowder,“shethoughtasshewatchedtheDemonoftheJurawhiskaway,alittleblackcinderwithfieryeyes。
Butwhennothingremainedofallherthreemonth’sworkexceptaheapofashesandthemoneyinherlap,Jolookedsober,asshesatonthefloor,wonderingwhatsheoughttodoaboutherwages。
“IthinkIhaven’tdonemuchharmyet,andmaykeepthistopayformytime,“shesaid,afteralongmeditation,addingimpatiently,“IalmostwishIhadn’tanyconscience,it’ssoinconvenient。IfIdidn’tcareaboutdoingright,anddidn’tfeeluncomfortablewhendoingwrong,Ishouldgetoncapitally。
Ican’thelpwishingsometimes,thatMotherandFatherhadn’tbeensoparticularaboutsuchthings。“
Ah,Jo,insteadofwishingthat,thankGodthat`FatherandMotherwereparticular’。andpityfromyourheartthosewhohavenosuchguardianstohedgethemroundwithprincipleswhichmayseemlikeprisonwallstoimpatientyouth,butwhichwillprovesurefoundationstobuildcharacteruponinwomanhood。
Jowrotenomoresensationalstories,decidingthatthemoneydidnotpayforhershareofthesensation,butgoingtotheotherextreme,asisthewaywithpeopleofherstamp,shetookacourseofMrs。Sherwood,MissEdgeworth,andHannahMore,andthenproducedatalewhichmighthavebeenmoreproperlycalledanessayorasermon,sointenselymoralwasit。Shehadherdoubtsaboutitfromthebeginning,forherlivelyfancyandgirlishromancefeltasillateaseinthenewstyleasshewouldhavedonemasqueradinginthestiffandcumbrouscostumeofthelastcentury。Shesentthisdidacticgemtoseveralmarkets,butitfoundnopurchaser,andshewasinclinedtoagreewithMr。Dashwoodthatmoralsdidn’tsell。
Thenshetriedachild’sstory,whichshecouldeasilyhavedisposedofifshehadnotbeenmercenaryenoughtodemandfilthylucreforit。Theonlypersonwhoofferedenoughtomakeitworthherwhiletotryjuvenileliteraturewasaworthygentlemanwhofeltithismissiontoconvertalltheworldtohisparticularbelief。Butmuchasshelikedtowriteforchildren,JocouldnotconsenttodepictallhernaughtyboysasbeingeatenbybearsortossedbymadbullsbecausetheydidnotgotoaparticularSabbathschool,norallthegoodinfantswhodidgoasrewardedbyeverykindofbliss,fromgildedgingerbreadtoescortsofangelswhentheydepartedthislifewithpsalmsorsermonsontheirlispingtongues。Sonothingcameofthesetrials,landJocorkedupherinkstand,andsaidinafitofverywholesomehumility……
“Idon’tknowanything。I’llwaituntilIdobeforeItryagain,andmeantime,`sweepmudinthestreet’ifIcan’tdobetter,that’shonest,atleast。“Whichdecisionprovedthathersecondtumbledownthebeanstalkhaddonehersomegood。
Whiletheseinternalrevolutionsweregoingon,herexternallifehadbeenasbusyanduneventfulasusual,andifshesometimeslookedseriousoralittlesadnoon