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Quotes from Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte
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1 Having crossed the marsh, I saw a trace of white over the moor.
2 The more I knew of the inmates of Moor House, the better I liked them.
3 Diana and Mary have left you, and Moor House is shut up, and you are so lonely.
4 High banks of moor were about me; the crag protected my head: the sky was over that.
5 I wrote to Moor House and to Cambridge immediately, to say what I had done: fully explaining also why I had thus acted.
6 There are great moors behind and on each hand of me; there are waves of mountains far beyond that deep valley at my feet.
7 I like Moor House, and I will live at Moor House; I like Diana and Mary, and I will attach myself for life to Diana and Mary.
8 When all was finished, I thought Moor House as complete a model of bright modest snugness within, as it was, at this season, a specimen of wintry waste and desert dreariness without.
9 The craving to know what had become of him followed me everywhere; when I was at Morton, I re-entered my cottage every evening to think of that; and now at Moor House, I sought my bedroom each night to brood over it.
10 The two girls, on whom, kneeling down on the wet ground, and looking through the low, latticed window of Moor House kitchen, I had gazed with so bitter a mixture of interest and despair, were my near kinswomen; and the young and stately gentleman who had found me almost dying at his threshold was my blood relation.
11 My conjecture had been correct: the strangers had slipped in before us, and they now stood by the vault of the Rochesters, their backs towards us, viewing through the rails the old time-stained marble tomb, where a kneeling angel guarded the remains of Damer de Rochester, slain at Marston Moor in the time of the civil wars, and of Elizabeth, his wife.