Charlotte ended her letter with a confession which she could probably have made to no one but Branwell. It is a curious metaphysical fact that always in the evening when I am in the great Dormitory alone – having no other company than a number of beds with white curtains I always recur as fanatically as ever to the old ideas the old faces & the old scenes in the world below32 A resumption of Angrian imaginings was probably the last thing Charlotte needed at this juncture. It was a sign not only that the novelty of her continental education had well and truly worn off but also that she was no
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