Quotation from: Jane Eyre

Written by: Charlotte Bronte


"Let us rest here," said St. John, as we reached the first stragglers
of a battalion of rocks, guarding a sort of pass, beyond which the
beck rushed down a waterfall; and where, still a little farther,
the mountain shook off turf and flower, had only heath for raiment
and crag for gem -- where it exaggerated the wild to the savage,
and exchanged the fresh for the frowning -- where it guarded the
forlorn hope of solitude, and a last refuge for silence.

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