Quotation from: Jane Eyre

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


This was the climax. A pang of exquisite suffering -- a throe
of true despair -- rent and heaved my heart. Worn out, indeed, I
was; not another step could I stir. I sank on the wet doorstep: I
groaned -- I wrung my hands -- I wept in utter anguish. Oh, this
spectre of death! Oh, this last hour, approaching in such horror!
Alas, this isolation -- this banishment from my kind! Not only the
anchor of hope, but the footing of fortitude was gone -- at least
for a moment; but the last I soon endeavoured to regain.

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