Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third
storey,backwards andforwards, safe in the silence and solitude
of the spot,and allow my mind's eye to dwell on whatever bright
visions rose beforeit - and, certainly, they were many and glowing;
to let my heart beheaved by the exultant movement, which, while
it swelled it in trouble,expanded it with life; and, best of all,
to open my inward ear to a talethat was never ended - a tale
my imagination created, and narrated continuously; quickened with
all of incident, life, fire, feeling,that I desired and had not
in my actual existence."
Charlotte Bronte
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