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Charlotte Bronte · Jane Eyre (Opening)

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There was no possibility of taking a walk that day.

We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning;

but since dinner the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre,

and a rain so penetrating,

that further outdoor exercise was now out of the question.

I was glad of it: I never liked long walks, especially on chilly afternoons:

dreadful to me was the coming home in the raw twilight,

with nipped fingers and toes, and a heart saddened by the chidings of Bessie, the nurse.

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