My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood… — Charlotte Bronte Copy Share Image
“I climbed the ditch, walked out into the middle of the prayer stones and stared across to the monks' island. If you… — Jane Rogers Copy Share Image
“He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not,… — Charlotte Brontë Copy Share Image
