When I met my wife, I was 24. Obviously, she wasn't my wife. She was just a girl. I made her my wife later on. — Kristoffer Polaha Copy Share Image
“Reader, I married him. It turned out the sounds I heard coming from the attic weren't the screams of Mr Rochester's mad wife Bertha. It wasn't the wife who burned to death in the fire that destroyed Thornfield Hall and… — Francine Prose Copy Share Image
