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Riveting so far. I don’t know how the Brontë sisters are all such geniuses at storytelling

“Her feelings had been wrought to a pitch that rendered it necessary to seek relief in tears.”

“smiles and tears are so alike with me — they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad.”

“I can crush that bold spirit,” thought I. but while I secretly exulted in my power, I felt disposed to dally with my victim like a cat.

“that spot teeming with a thousand delightful recollections and glorious dreams — all darkened now by one disastrous truth.”

“Lost to me she was, for ever, of course, but still I could not bear to think that we had parted for the last time with so much unkindness and misery on both sides. That last look of hers had sunk into my heart — I could not forget it.”

“My confidence would be misplaced in you — you are not the man I thought you. Go! I won’t care what you think of me!”

“I felt glad to have it in my power to torment her.”

“no ray of sunshine could reach my heart, no breeze could freshen it — nothing could fill the void”

“Bad news fly fast”

“I was not obliged to enter into explanations, further than I thought proper.”

“waiting for some more tangible cause of offence before I opened the floodgates of my soul and poured out the dammed-up fury that was foaming and swelling within.”

“I had thought the circumstances of our last meeting would have left such an impression on his mind as to render him cold and distant ever after. Instead of that he appeared not only to have forgotten all former offenses, but to be impenetrable to all present incivilities.”

A classic case of a man being rejected then throwing a tantrum

I’m so confused as to what this rumour is

Oh she’s hiding a big secret I can feel it

Oh she’s hiding a big secret I can feel it