All John Reed's violent tyrannies, all his sisters' proud indifference, all his mother's aversion, all the ser-vants' partiality, turned up in my disturbed mind like a dark deposit in a turbid well. Why was I always suffering, always browbeaten, always accused, for ever condemned? Why could I never please?Why was it useless to try to win any one's favour? Eliza, who, was headstrong and selfish, was respected. Georgiana, who had a spoiled tem-per, a very acrid spite, a captious and insolent carriage, was universally indulged. Her beauty, her pink cheeks and golden curls, seemed to give delight to all who, looked at her, and to purchase indemnity for every fault. John no one thwarted, much less punished; though he twisted the necks of the pigeons, killed the little pea-chicks, set the dogs at the sheep, stripped the hothouse vines of their fruit, and broke the buds off the choicest plants in the conservatory: he called his mother “old girl,” too; sometimes reviled her for her dark skin, similar to his own; bluntly disregarded her wishes; not unfrequently tore and spoiled her silk attire; and he was still “her own darling.” I dared commit no fault: I strove to fulfil every duty; and I was termed naughty and tiresome, sullen and sneaking, from morning to noon, and from noon to night.

约翰•里德的蛮横，他姐妹的傲慢，他母亲的憎厌，用人们的偏心，这一切在我乱糟糟的脑海里，就像一口污井里的污泥沉渣那样翻腾了起来。我为什么老吃苦头，老被呵斥，老受责怪，老是有错呢？为什么我总是不讨人喜欢？为什么不管我竭力想赢得谁的好感却总是白费心机呢？伊丽莎既任性又自私，却受人尊敬。乔治娜脾气给惯坏了，尖酸狠毒，爱寻事找茬，盛气凌人，大家却还都骄纵着她。她的漂亮，她红红的双颊和金黄的卷发，似乎能让谁见了她都满心欢喜，不管有什么错都得到原谅。而约翰呢，从来没人敢违拗他，更不用说责罚他，尽管他扭断鸽子脖颈，弄死小孔雀，放狗去咬羊，摘掉温室葡萄的果子，掰下花房里珍贵花木的幼芽，还管他母亲叫“老姑娘”，有时候还为了他跟自己一模一样的黑皮肤而辱骂她，蛮横地不听她的话，不止一次撕破、弄坏她的绸衣裳，可他却还是她的“心肝宝贝”。而我虽不敢犯一点错，尽力把每一件事做好，却仍旧被说成淘气，讨厌，阴沉，鬼鬼祟祟，而且从早上到中午，从中午到晚上。