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I sat down and endeavoured to read. I could make no sense of the subject; my own thoughts swam always between me and the page I had usually found fascinating.
Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre (published 16 Oct. 1847)
I have little left in myself – I must have you. The world may laugh – may call me absurd, selfish – but it does not signify. My very soul demands you: it will be satisfied, or it will take deadly vengeance on its frame.
Jane Eyre,
Charlotte Brontë (b. 21 April 1816)
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