Now, uttered before a stranger, the accusation cut me to the heart; I dimly perceived that she was already obliterating hope from the new phase of existence which she destined me to enter; I felt, though I could not have expressed the feeling, that she was sowing aversion and unkindness along my future path; I saw myself transformed under Mr. Brocklehurst's eye into an artful, noxious child, and what could I do to remedy the injury?
En este momento, en que iba a emprender una nueva vida, ya ella se encargaba de sembrar por adelantado aversión y antipatía en mi camino. Me veía transformada ante los ojos del señor Brocklehurst en una niña embustera.