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was the hardest battle I had fought, and the first victory I had gained: I stood a while on the rug, where Mr. Brocklehurst had stood, and I enjoyed my conqueror's solitude. First, I smiled to myself and felt elate; but this fierce pleasure subsided in me as fast as did the accelerated throb of my pulses. A child cannot quarrel with its elders, as I had done; cannot give its furious feelings uncontrolled play, as I had given mine, without experiencing afterwards the pang of remorse and the chill of reaction. A ridge of lighted 去书内
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  • 叶可晴 叶可晴

    Jane is beginning to mature because she sees through—and speaks out against—the hypocritical and cruel conventions that silence and repress her.

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