Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre (№ 149287)

- This is my hand left not only without the nails, but without fingers, he said, showing me his crushed hand. - Pathetic stump... disgusting sight... do you agree, Jen?
To see her sad. And your eyes, and on the trail of a burn on your forehead. But much more threatening danger to love you for them even stronger and quite to spoil.