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Jane Eyre: An Autobiography - Brontë, Charlotte · 74 words
A rude noise broke on these fine ripplings and whisperings, at once so far away and so clear. a positive tramp, tramp, a metallic clatter, which effaced the soft wave wanderings; as, in a picture, the solid mass of a crag, or the rough boles of a great oak, drawn in dark and strong on the foreground, efface the arial distance of azure hill, sunny horizon, and blended clouds where tint melts into tint.
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