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And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.

Charlotte Bronte

Mademoiselle is a fairy,” he said, whispering mysteriously.
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Fairy Said Whispering
I am no bird and no net ensnares me
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Bird Country Ensnare Person
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
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Fate Forever Heart
as much good-will may be conveyed in one hearty word as in many.
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Hearty Hope Kindness
The trouble is not that I am single and likely to stay single, but that I am lonely and likely to stay lonely.
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Loneliness Lonely Single
Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!
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Force Gentleness Potent
Flirting is a woman’s trade, one must keep in practice.
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Flirt Flirty Sex Trade
Reader, I married him.
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Classic Married Reader
What you want to ignite in others must first burn inside yourself.
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First Ignite People Require
You never felt jealousy, did you, Miss Eyre? Of course not: I need not ask you; because you never felt love. You have both sentiments yet to experience: your soul sleeps; the shock is yet to be given which shall waken it.
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Love Missing Sleep
Too often do reviewers remind us of the mob of Astrologers, Chaldeans, and Soothsayers gathered before ‘the writing on the wall’ and unable to read the characters or make known the interpretation.
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Character Wall Writing
No mockery in this world ever sounds to me so hollow as that of being told to cultivate happiness. What does such advice mean? Happiness is not a potato, to be planted in mould, and tilled with manure.
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Happiness Sound World
You transfix me quite.
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Life Person Quiet Transmix
There is, in lovers, a certain infatuation of egotism; they will have a witness of their happiness, cost that witness what it may.
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Cost Lover May
When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should – so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.
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Reason Strikes Struck
I have no wish to talk nonsense.” “If you did, it would be in such a grave, quiet manner, I should mistake it for sense.
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Grave Mistake Talk Wish
If he does go, the change will be doleful. Suppose he should be absent spring, summer, and autumn: how joyless sunshine and fine days will seem!
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Spring Summer Sunshine
It would not be wicked to love me.” “It would to obey you.
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Love Obey Wicked
I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?
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Arms Lamb Shepherd
He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.
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First Recognise Saw
The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.
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Encouragement Heart Night
I mean that I value vision, and dread being struck stone blind.
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Mean Stone Vision
Presentiments are strange things: and so are sympathies; and so are signs; and the three combined make one mystery to which humanity has not yet found the key.
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Humanity Key Three
The vehemence of emotion, stirred by grief and love within me, was claiming mastery, and struggling for full sway; and asserting a right to predominate: to overcome, to live, rise, and reign at last; yes,–and to speak.
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Grief Love Struggle
There is nothing I fear so much as idleness, the want of occupation, inactivity, the lethargy of the faculties; when the body is idle, the spirit suffers painfully.
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Body Occupation Suffering
Better to be without logic than without feeling.
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Feel Life Logic Thinking
I seem to have gathered up a stray lamb in my arms: you wandered out of the fold to seek your shepherd, did you, Jane?
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Arm Lamb Shepherds

And with that answer, he left me. I would much rather he had knocked me down.

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