Read the excerpt from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë.My head still ached and bled with the blow and fall I had received: no one had reproved John for wantonly striking me; and because I had turned against him to avert farther irrational violence, I was loaded with general opprobrium [harsh criticism]."Unjust!—unjust!” said my reason, forced by the agonising stimulus into precocious though transitory power.