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Jane Eyre: An Autobiography - Brontë, Charlotte · 51 words
But what had befallen the night. The moon was not yet set, and we were all in shadow. I could scarcely see my masters face, near as I was. And what ailed the chestnut tree. it writhed and groaned; while wind roared in the laurel walk, and came sweeping over us.
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