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And who talks of error now? I scarcely think the notion that flittered across my brain was an error. I believe it was an inspiration rather than a tem...more

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...he was past youth, but had not reachedmiddle-age; perhaps he might be thirty-five. I felt no fear of him,and but little shyness. Had he been a hand...more

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I laughed at him as he said this. “I am not an angel,” I asserted; “and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself. Mr. Rochester, you must neithe...more

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I sought her eye, desirous to read there the intelligence which I could not discern in her face or hear in her conversation; it was merry, rather smal...more

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I know that a pretty doll, a fair fool, might do well enough for the honeymoon; but when passion cooled, how dreadful to find a lump of wax and wood l...more

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I held a brief debate with myself as to whether I should change my ordinary attire for something smarter. At last I concluded it would be a waste of l...more