May 18, 2017

She    was    mad
The verge of despair was covered with dishonor
Society associated mynamewithhers
I was hopeless
I could find no refreshment anywhere
The rooms    rumbled    like an       earthquake
Her last bloody glance, influenced by the  a t m o s p h e r e,
Filled my name with a tone of demon- hate
With the sufferings of my soul, there is not a future
Worse than this present one
(Chapter 27, pg. 345-346, Jane Eyre)


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