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Jane Eyre: An Autobiography - Brontë, Charlotte · 68 words
All John Reeds violent tyrannies, all his sisters proud indifference, all his mothers aversion, all the servants partiality, turned up in my disturbed mind like a dark deposit in a turbid well. Why was I always suffering, always browbeaten, always accused, for ever condemned. Why could I never please. Why was it useless to try to win any ones favour. Eliza, who was headstrong and selfish, was respected.
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