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I walked fast through the room: I stopped, half suffocated with the thoughts that rose faster than I could receive, comprehend, settle them: —thoughts of what might, could, would, and should be, and that ere long. I looked at the blank wall: it seemed a sky thick with ascending stars, —every one lit me to a purpose or delight. Those who had saved my life, whom, till this hour, I had loved barrenly, I could now benefit. They were under a yoke, —I could free them: they were scattered, —I could reunite them—the independence, the affluence which was mine, might—be theirs too. Were we not four? Twenty thousand pounds shared equally, would be five thousand each, —enough and to spare: justice would be done, —mutual happiness secured. Now the wealth did not weigh on me: now it was not a mere bequest of coin, —it was a legacy of life, hope, enjoyment 去书内
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    St. John was alone at last. In Charlotte's heart, there must still be a story belonging to him. However, the space is enough, and Jane's story has ended. Jane's story seems to awaken the dead window that has been closed in every scholar's heart, recording the growth experience of a girl, telling us that we should learn to choose and be strong.

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