d　of　January；　all　was　wintry　blight　and　brown　decay。　I　shuddered　as　I　stood　and　looked　round　me：　it　was　an　inclement　day　for　outdoor　exercise；　not　positively　rainy；　but　darkened　by　a　drizzling　yellow　fog；　all　under　foot　was　still　soaking　wet　with　the　floods　of　yesterday。　The　stronger　among　the　girls　ran　about　and　engaged　in　active　games；　but　sundry　pale　and　thin　ones　herded　together　for　shelter　and　warmth　in　the　verandah；　and　amongst　these；　as　the　dense　mist　perated　to　their　shivering　frames；　I　heard　frequently　the　sound　of　a　hollow　cough。

As　yet　I　had　spoken　to　no　one；　nor　did　anybody　seem　to　take　notice　of　me；　I　stood　lonely　enough：　but　to　that　feeling　of　isolation　I　was　accustomed；　it　did　not　oppress　me　much。　I　leant　against　a　pillar　of　the　verandah；　drew　my　grey　mantle　close　about　me；　and；　trying　to　forget　the　cold　which　nipped　me　without；　and　the　unsatisfied　hunger　which　gnawed　me　within；　delivered　myself　up　to　the　employment　of　watching　and　thinking。　My　reflections　were　too　undefined　and　fragmentary　to　merit　record：　I　hardly　yet　knew　where　I　was；　Gateshead　and　my　past　life　seemed　floated　away　to　an　immeasurable　distance；　the　present　was　vague　and　strange；　and　of　the　future　I　could　form　no　conjecture。　I　looked　round　the　convent…like　garden；　and　then　up　at　the　house—a　large　building；　half　of　which　seemed　grey　and　old；　the　other　half　quite　new。　The　new　part；　containing　the　schoolroom　and　dormitory；　was　lit　by　mullioned　and　latticed　windows；　which　gave　it　a　church…li