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Do not arrest her! she mouthed.
the children they imagined he and Jane Eyre would create.
Charlotte sometimes thought Anne was smarter than all the rest of them put together.
“They keep me company sometimes,” Anne said. “Don’t make them go, Bran.”
“She left last week,” Anne said mournfully. “She was my favorite teacher.”
Jane Eyre could see ghosts.
Women are supposed to be very calm generally: but women feel just as men feel; they need exercise for their faculties, and a field for their efforts, as much as their brothers do,
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It is thoughtless to condemn them, or laugh at them, if they seek to do more or learn more than custom has pronounced necessary for their sex.
Charlotte’s chin lifted. “I would always rather be happy than dignified,”
“One or two,” he repeated. “Are you referring to the other witch?” The corner of his mouth twitched up.
“You are very opinionated for someone who has spent her entire life at one place.”
Jane shook her head. Because I’ve been starved. Because my best friend died in my arms. Because I have no family.
a . . . dealer. Of cards. And at night, they . . . oh my.”
“My name is Branwell Brontë, sir.”
“Right!” Miss Brontë pointed a finger at him, then turned to Branwell. “I’m going to be your assistant’s assistant.”
“You’re definitely not coming with us,” Alexander said. “Not a chance.” Reader, Miss Brontë definitely went with them. Not that it had been easy for her. On their way downstairs and then out to the carriage, Alexander ran through the same few phrases several times: “Go home, Miss Brontë.” “I can’t afford any more delays, Miss Brontë.”
sense. My gender has nothing to do with my helpfulness in this situation.”
said. “You’re only sixteen.” “You’re eighteen,” she shot back. “And Bran is fifteen. What’s your point?”
Alexander turned sharply to Branwell. “You’re fifteen? You said you were seventeen...
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“I didn’t know those were options,” said Branwell from inside the carriage.
with you? Acknowledge you in certain company? There are a million things he could’ve done to figure out what was going on!”
Helen knew exactly what to say. “Never in any Jane Austen novel did the love interest pretend to be a fortune-teller,” Helen said. “Why would someone do that? Jane, you must confront him.” Jane was having
ignoring her friend. Surely they couldn’t expect any real person to compete with Mr. Darcy.
exclaimed, waving. “Hi! Do you have employment for a ghost? I can be most useful.” Jane shot
As a general rule, Alexander found everything suspicious. Like, why didn’t women’s clothes have pockets?
It would have been better, he thought, if he had to have “help,” if that help could have come from Miss Brontë; the young lady had proved her
