“Is it really for love he is going to marry you?” She asked. I was so hurt by her coldness and scepticism that the tears rose to my eyes. “I am sorry to grieve you,” pursued the widow; “but you… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I held you," she said, her voice was tense and gaining in volume. "I held you, and you cried, and you asked me why no one had ever wanted you. You asked me why your own mother didn't want you.… — Shay Savage Copy Share Image
