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Jane Eyre: An Autobiography - Brontë, Charlotte · 78 words
All the preface, sir; the tale is yet to come. On waking, a gleam dazzled my eyes; I thought Oh, it is daylight. But I was mistaken; it was only candlelight. Sophie, I supposed, had come in. There was a light in the dressing table, and the door of the closet, where, before going to bed, I had hung my wedding dress and veil, stood open; I heard a rustling there. I asked, Sophie, what are you doing.
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