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and I would walk the 7 miles across town every Sunday night to get one good meal a week at the Hare Krishna temple

before going to the spectacular Kumi Temple with twelfth-century carvings

I discovered that she was Miss Temple, the headmistress of Lowood school. She looked at me carefully.

Lessons started again at nine o'clock and finished at twelve, when Miss Temple stood up to speak to the whole school.

Is Miss Temple as strict as that? I asked.

Miss Temple is full of goodness. She gently tells me of my mistakes, and praises me if I do well.

I expect you are always interested in Miss Temple's lessons, because you like her and she is good to you.

There, next to Miss Temple, stood the same black column which had frowned on me in the breakfast room at Gateshead.

At first Mr. Brocklehurst spoke in a murmur to Miss Temple.

And Miss Temple, please make sure the girlsstockings are mended more carefully.

I shall follow your instructions, sir, said Miss Temple.

I myself, sir, answered Miss Temple.

Miss Temple did not reply. She looked straight in front of her, and her face was as cold and hard as marble.

That is Julia Severn, said Miss Temple quietly. Her hair curls naturally, you see.

Miss Temple, that girl's hair must be cut off.

Mr. Brocklehurst. . . began Miss Temple. No, Miss Temple, I insist.

I heard Miss Temple greet them as the wife and daughters of Mr. Brocklehurst.

Miss Temple whispered kindly in my ear, Don't be afraid, Jane. I saw it was an accident.

When Miss Temple came to look for me, she found us sitting quietly together.

Miss Temple examined Helen carefully, and sighed a little.

For a while I felt I was in heaven, eating and drinking in the warm, pretty room, with kind Miss Temple and Helen.

When Miss Temple received a letter from Dr Lloyd, agreeing that what I had said was true, she told the whole school that I had been wrongly accused and was not a liar.

In the morning Miss Temple found me asleep, with Helen Burns dead in my arms.

I was busy and happy all that time, relying greatly on the help and encouragement of my dear friend Miss Temple.

They're probably white, he thought, to well up in his eyes and run over his temples, on either side of his face, now he could understand the fears of his patients, when they told him, Doctor, I think I'm losing my sight.