Quotation from: Jane Eyre

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


The refectory was a great, low-ceiled, gloomy room; on two long tables
smoked basins of something hot, which, however, to my dismay, sent
forth an odour far from inviting. I saw a universal manifestation
of discontent when the fumes of the repast met the nostrils
of those destined to swallow it; from the van of the procession,
the tall girls of the first class, rose the whispered words -


"Disgusting! The porridge is burnt again!"

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