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’ll do it,” I resolved: and having framed this determination, I grew calm, and fell asleep. I kept my word. An hour or two sufficed to sketch my own portrait in crayons; and in less than a fortnight I had completed an ivory miniature of an imaginary Blanche Ingram. It looked a lovely face enough, and when compared with the real head in chalk, the contrast was as great as self-control could desire. I derived benefit from the task: it had kept my head and hands employed, and had given force and fixedness to the new impressions I wished to stamp indelibly on my heart. Ere long, I had reason to congratulate myself on the course of wholesome discipline to which I had thus forced my feelings to submit. Thanks to it, I was able to meet subsequent occurrences with a decent calm, which, had they found me unprepared, I should probably have been unequal to maintain, even externally. 去书内
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  • Nuyoah Nuyoah

    It seems that Jane Eyre did effectively choke his feelings, however, the real love is uncontrollable, just like Mr. Rochester did not abandon her as she said, but more deeply attracted by her indifference and self-esteem. Now, Jane Eyre such a woman has been too few, can not say that she loves herself, she loves love is true, pure.

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