I resisted all the way: a new thing for me, and a circumstance which greatly strengthened the bad opinion Bessie and Miss Abbot were disposed to entertain of me. The fact is, I was a trifle beside myself; or rather OUT of myself, as the French would say. I was conscious that a moment's mutiny had already rendered me liable to strange penalties, and, like any other rebel slave, I felt resolved, in my desperation, to go all lengths. 5 "No, you are less than a servant, for you do nothing for your keep. There, sit down, and think over your wickedness.

3 "For shamel for shamel cried the lady's maid. "What shocking conduct, Miss Eyre, to strike a young gentleman, your benefactress's son! Your young master

4 "Master! How is he my master? Am I a servant?"

2 "Hold her arms, Miss Abbot: she's like a mad cat^ prime

A.) she does not do chores.

B.) she does nothing for her keep.

C.) she does not respect her mistress.

D.) she does not consider Mrs. Reed’s son her master