“Entering by the carré, a piece of mirror- glass, set in an oaken cabinet, repeated my image. It said I was changed:… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“An idea once seized, I fell to work. "Human Justice" rushed before me in novel guise, a red, random beldame, with a… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“I do not think the sunny youth of either will prove the forerunner of stormy age. I think it is deemed good… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“Come, Paul!" she reiterated, her eye grazing me with its hard ray like a steel stylet. She pushed against her kinsman. I… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
“He showed the fineness of his nature by being kinder to me after that misunderstanding than before. Nay, the very incident which,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
