här grät jag:
"No explanation was afforded then to my many questions; but a day or two afterwards I learned that Miss Temple, on returning to her own room at dawn, had found me laid in a little crib; my face against Helen Burns's shoulder, my arms around her neck. I was asleep, and Helen was dead."
Här skrattade jag:
"You examine me, miss Eyre. Do you find me handsome?
- No sir."
"she could not charm him.
If she had managed the victory at once, and he had yielded and sincerely laid his heart at her feet, I should have covered my face, turned to the wall, and (figuratively) have died.
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I should have had one vital struggle with two tigers - jealousy and despair: then, my heart torn out and devoured, I should have admired her."
Er dagliga dos Jane Eyre. Varsågoda.
Vafalls? Ni har inget sådant omättat behov eller beroende?
Aja. Från och med nu då.
oj vanta! jag somna. (HAHA) skoojja. Vem door? strop han henne? :O
SvaraRaderajaja ingen fattar någonting och det är super ointressant. vad ska man göra då när det ända som sker om dagarna är att vända blad i samma oändligt långa bok (den är bara 500 sidor. jag överdriver)
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