Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre (№ 143112)
All my hopes died, they killed at the behest of treacherous rock as were killed in one night all the firstborn in Egypt. I remembered all their dreams come true, which yesterday bloomed and sparkled. They lay like dead bodies, motionless, dull, bloodless, no longer able to come to life.
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MegaMozg 10-01-2017 / 13:17
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