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Jane Eyre: An Autobiography - Brontë, Charlotte · 72 words
Dont imagine such hard things. Fancy me yielding and melting, as I am doing. human love rising like a freshly opened fountain in my mind and overflowing with sweet inundation all the field I have so carefully and with such labour prepared so assiduously sown with the seeds of good intentions, of self denying plans. And now it is deluged with a nectarous flood the young germs swamped delicious poison cankering them.
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