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“half-effaced embroideries, wrought by fingers that for two generations had been coffin-dust.”

The 3rd floor, talk of ghosts, a “mirthless” and “preternatural” laugh…bring on the gothic!

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"A kind fairy, in my absence, had surely dropped the required suggestion on my pillow, for as I lay down it came quietly and naturally to my mind."

"My eye passed over all other objects to rest on those most remote, the blue peaks. It was those I longed to surmount."

A++

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“you look like a lady, and it is as much as I ever expected of you: you were no beauty as a child”

Plain, but clever, Jane. Bessie, being particularly blunt and Jane not unaffected by her insensitivity.
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“I longed to go where there was life and movement…Not that my fancy was much captivated by the idea of the long chimneys and clouds of smoke.” Similar to Dickens, Brontë addresses the effects of industrialization.
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"...her spirit seemed hastening to live within a very brief span as much as many live during a protracted existence."

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"Left to myself I abandoned myself..."

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Caught up after being away for a wedding.

Poignant chapter end. Jane’s love for Helen keeps her name/spirit alive.

“Her grave is in Brocklebridge Churchyard: for fifteen years after her death it was only covered by a grassy mound; but now a gray marble tablet marks the spot, inscribed with her name, and the word ‘Resurgam.’”
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The physical fire in Miss Temple’s room complements Helen’s spiritual and mental fire ( Brontë uses the words “kindled,” “glowed,” “lustre,” “radiance”)

“they spoke of books: how many they had read! What stores of knowledge they possessed!”
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Harden, an apt name for the character and the components of Mr B’s heart.

“Mrs Harden, be it observed, was the housekeeper, a woman after Mr Brocklehurst’s own heart, made up of equal parts of whalebone and iron.”
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