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Jane Eyre: An Autobiography - Brontë, Charlotte · 76 words
I stood on the rug and warmed my hands, which were rather cold with sitting at a distance from the drawing room fire. I felt now as composed as ever I did in my life. there was nothing indeed in the gipsys appearance to trouble ones calm. She shut her book and slowly looked up; her hat brim partially shaded her face, yet I could see, as she raised it, that it was a strange one.
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