Thursday, May 7, 2009

jane eyre by charlotte bronte

"I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me."

"I resisted all the way: a new thing for me."

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