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| 28cf1c6 | I thought I loved him when he went away; I love him now in another degree: he is more my own. [ . . . ] Oh! a thousand weepers, praying in agony on waiting shores, listened for that voice, but it was not uttered--not uttered till; when the hush came, some could not feel it: till, when the sun returned, his light was night to some! | emmanuel lost-at-sea love missing storm villette waiting | Charlotte Brontë | |
| 857ca32 | The spring which moved my energies lay far away beyond seas, in an Indian isle. | emmanuel energy faraway-love lucy-snow separation villette | Charlotte Brontë |