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Make my happiness--I will make yours.
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marriage
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Charlotte Brontë |
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72f8191
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Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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Charlotte Brontë |
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063c6f2
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I envy you your peace of mind, your clean conscience, your unpolluted memory. Little girl, a memory without blot of contamination must be an exquisite treasure-an inexhaustible source of pure refreshment: is it not?
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Charlotte Brontë |
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It is a very strange sensation to inexperience youth to feel itself quite alone the world, cut adrift from every connection, uncertain whether the port to which it is bound can be reached, and prevented by many impediments from returning to that it has quitted. The charm of adventure sweetens that sensation, the glow of pride warms it; but then the throb of fear disturbs it; and fear with me became predominant when half an hour elapsed, and..
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loneliness
independence
youth
fear
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Charlotte Brontë |
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14594b2
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Friends always forget those whom fortune forsakes.
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life
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Charlotte Brontë |
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5bda377
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Would you not be happier if you tried to forget her severity, together with the passionate emotions it excited? Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity, or registering wrongs." - Helen Burns"
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life-lessons
life
jane-eyre
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Charlotte Brontë |
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e6cce48
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The eagerness of a listener quickens the tongue of a narrator.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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c572f51
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I sat down and tried to rest. I could not; though I had been on foot all day, I could not now repose an instant; I was too much excited. A phase of my life was closing tonight, a new one opening tomorrow: impossible to slumber in the interval; I must watch feverishly while the change was being accomplished.
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nerves
excitement
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Charlotte Brontë |
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483ec9b
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I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being, with an independent will; which I now exert to leave you.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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bc91c30
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It is always the way of events in this life,...no sooner have you got settled in a pleasant resting place, than a voice calls out to you to rise and move on, for the hour of repose is expired.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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c48514b
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O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.
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marriage
death
life
edward-fairfax-rochester
honeymoon
jane-eyre
matrimony
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Charlotte Brontë |
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00f5f13
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Wise people say it is folly to think anybody perfect; and as to likes and dislikes, we should be friendly to all, and worship none
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Charlotte Brontë |
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f6621a8
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You are going, Jane?" "I am going, sir." "You are leaving me?" "Yes." "You will not come? You will not be my comforter, my rescuer? My deep love, my wild woe, my frantic prayer, are all nothing to you?" What unutterable pathos was in his voice! How hard was it to reiterate firmly, "I am going!" "Jane!" "Mr. Rochester." "Withdraw then, I consent; but remember, you leave me here in anguish. Go up to your own room, think over all I have said, ..
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romance
heartbreak
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Charlotte Brontë |
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As I exclaimed 'Jane! Jane! Jane!' a voice- I cannot tell whence the voice came, but I know whose voice it was- replied, 'I am coming: wait for me;' and a moment after, went whispering on the wind the words- 'Where are you?' "I'll tell you, if I can, the idea, the picture these words opened to my mind: yet it is difficult to express what I want to express. Ferndean is buried, as you see, in a heavy wood, where sound falls dull, and dies unr..
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love
soul-mates
soulmates
jane-eyre
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Charlotte Brontë |
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a32ac1a
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I was actually permitting myself to experience a sickening sense of disappointment: but rallying my wits, and recollecting my principles, I at once called my sensations to order; and it was wonderful how I got over the temporary blunder--how I cleared up the mistake of supposing Mr. Rochester's movements a matter in which I had any cause to take vital interest. Not that I humbled myself by a slavish notion of inferiority: on the contrary, I..
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strength
unrequited-love
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Charlotte Brontë |
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74e1e24
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Dread remorse when you are tempted to err, Miss Eyre; remorse is the poison of life.
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life
errors
remorse
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Charlotte Brontë |
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Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?" I could risk no sort of answer by this time; my heart was full. "Because," he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you -- especially when you are near to me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two ..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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Why don't you tremble?" "I'm not cold." "Why don't you turn pale?" "I am not sick." "Why don't you consult my art?" "I'm not silly. The old crone "nichered" a laugh under her bonnet and bandage; she then drew out a short black pipe, and lighting it began to smoke. Having indulged a while in this sedative, she raised her bent body, took the pipe from her lips, and while gazing steadily at the fire, said very deliberately--"You are cold;..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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ee155dd
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There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.
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opening-sentences
walks
opening-lines
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Charlotte Brontë |
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bcb813e
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A safe, still night; too serene for the companionship of fear. We know that God is everywhere; but certainly we feel His presence most when His works are on the grandest scale spread before us: and it is in the unclouded night sky, where His worlds wheel their silent course, that we read clearest His infinitude, His omnipotence, His Omnipresence.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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bcdf898
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I desired liberty; for liberty I gasped; for liberty I uttered a prayer; it seemed scattered on the wind then faintly blowing.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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Tell me, now, fairy as you are, - can't you give me a charm, or a philter, or something of that sort, to make me a handsome man?" It would be past the power of magic, sir;" and, in thought, I added,"a loving eye is all the charm needed: to such you are handsome enough; or rather, your sternness has a power beyond beauty." Mr. Rochester had sometimes read my unspoken thoughts with an acumen to me incomprehensible: in the presnt instance he t..
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repartee
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Charlotte Brontë |
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30e633d
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The negation of severe suffering was the nearest approach to happiness I expected to know. Besides, I seemed to hold two lives - the life of thought, and that of reality.
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suffering
happiness
negation
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Charlotte Brontë |
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2b38ece
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Your god, sir, is the World. In my eyes, you, too, if not an infidel, are an idolater. I conceive that you ignorantly worship: in all things you appear to me too superstitious. Sir, your god, your great Bel, your fish-tailed Dagon, rises before me as a demon. You, and such as you, have raised him to a throne, put on him a crown, given him a sceptre. Behold how hideously he governs! See him busied at the work he likes best -- making marriage..
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family-relationships
hatred
unhappiness
injustice
marriage
women
death
disparity
domestic-life
false-belief
lovelessness
scorn
unfreedom
disharmony
families
preconceptions
discord
married-life
worldliness
idolatry
decay
demons
matrimony
force
social-norms
society
hypocrisy
disgust
contempt
vice
expectations
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Charlotte Brontë |
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a83f3af
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Spring drew on...and a greenness grew over those brown beds, which, freshening daily, suggested the thought that Hope traversed them at night, and left each morning brighter traces of her steps.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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89039dd
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It is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapt; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.
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seperation
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Charlotte Brontë |
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489b808
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To see and know the worst is to take from Fear her main advantage.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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66a7f62
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Never," said he, as he ground his teeth, "never was anything at once so frail and so indomitable. A mere reed she feels in my hand!" (And he shook me with the force of his hold.) "I could bend her with my finger and thumb: and what good would it do if I bent, if I uptore, if I crushed her? Consider that eye: consider the resolute, wild, free thing looking out of it, defying me, with more than courage--with a stern triumph. Whatever I do wit..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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You are my sympathy - my better self - my good angel; I am bound to you by a strong attachment. I think you good, gifted, lovely; a fervant, a solemn passion is conceived in my heart; it leans to you, draws you to my center and spring of life, wraps my existence about you - and, kindling in pure, powerful flame, fuses you and me in one.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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3b5cdcb
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I am anchored on a resolve you cannot shake. My heart, my conscience shall dispose of my hand -- . Know this at last.
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integrity
marriage
feminism
self-determination
independence
women
empowerment
love
matrimony
dignity
social-norms
conscience
gender
courtship
wooing
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Charlotte Brontë |
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8f4542b
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You are human and fallible.
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human
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Charlotte Brontë |
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1de007c
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Feeling without judgement is a washy draught indeed; but judgement untempered by feeling is too bitter and husky a morsel for human deglutition.
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religious
principles
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Charlotte Brontë |
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a5ef721
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It is hard work to control the workings of inclination and turn the bent of nature; but that it may be done, I know from experience. God has given us, in a measure, the power to make our own fate: and when our energies seem to demand a sustenance they cannot get--when our will strains after a path we may not follow--we need neither starve from inanition, not stand still in despair: we have but to seek another nourishment for the mind, as st..
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perseverance
difficulty
diligence
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Charlotte Brontë |
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02d79b0
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Gentle, soft dream, nestling in my arms now, you will fly, too, as your sisters have all fled before you: but kiss me before you go--embrace me, Jane.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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What have you been doing during my absence?' 'Nothing particular; teaching Adele as usual.' 'And getting a good deal paler than you were - as I saw at first sight. What is the matter?' 'Nothing at all, sir.' 'Did you take any cold that night you half drowned me?' 'Not the least.' 'Return to the drawing-room: you are deserting too early.' 'I am tired, sir.' He looked at me for a minute. 'And a little depressed,' he said. 'What about? Tell me..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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c5f60aa
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His presence in a room was more cheering than the brightest fire.
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mr-rochester
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Charlotte Brontë |
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98217c4
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Rochester: "I am no better than the old lightning-struck chestnut-tree in Thornfield orchard...And what right would that ruin have to bid a budding woodbine cover its decay with freshness?" Jane: "You are no ruin sir - no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they grow they will lean towards you, and wind ro..
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Charlotte Brontë |
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15cc34b
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If life be a war, it seemed my destiny to conduct it single-handed.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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0cbe464
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I like to see flowers growing, but when they are gathered, they cease to please. I look on them as things rootless and perishable; their likeness to life makes me sad. I never offer flowers to those I love; I never wish to receive them from hands dear to me.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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489a9c1
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She sang, as requested. There was much about love in the ballad: faithful love that refused to abandon its object; love that disaster could not shake; love that, in calamity, waxed fonder, in poverty clung closer. The words were set to a fine old air -- in themselves they were simple and sweet: perhaps, when read, they wanted force; when sung, they wanted nothing. Shirley sang them well: she breathed into the feeling, softness, she poured..
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understanding
prejudice
jealousy
passion
women
empathy
morality
music
love
musicality
preconceptions
feeling
fidelity
expression
faithfulness
propriety
singing
social-norms
judgment
society
gift
hypocrisy
talent
rejection
gender
expectations
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Charlotte Brontë |
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eec7502
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You, sir, are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream
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Charlotte Brontë |
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58522a7
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I believe while I tremble; I trust while I weep.
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Charlotte Brontë |
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d44858d
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But what is so headstrong as youth? What so blind as inexperience?
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jane-eyre
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Charlotte Brontë |
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2a7ec1f
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When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should - so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.
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Charlotte Brontë |