Quotation from: Jane Eyre

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


She stared at me. "Mother!" she exclaimed, "there is a woman
wants me to give her these porridge."


"Well lass," replied a voice within, "give it her if she's a beggar.
T' pig doesn't want it."


The girl emptied the stiffened mould into my hand, and I devoured
it ravenously.


As the wet twilight deepened, I stopped in a solitary bridle-path,
which I had been pursuing an hour or more.

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