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Jane Eyre: An Autobiography - Brontë, Charlotte · 52 words
I had nothing to say to these words. they were not new to me. my very first recollections of existence included hints of the same kind. This reproach of my dependence had become a vague sing song in my ear. very painful and crushing, but only half intelligible. Miss Abbot joined in
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