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in front two moderate-sized parlours looking on the garden, hat[that] on the right being Mr. Brontë's study, and
["]The projectors' object will not be fully realised until the means are afforded of reducing the terms still lower,
The girls would take their friend [for] long walks on the moor. When they
before his employers' gain. He must have made a pretty penny out of those escapades of Barnwell's[Branwell's], for some
strong, his constitution was deranged and broken by his excesses; yet, strangly[strangely] enough, consumption,
in that controlling influence so characteristic of her elder sister. Her burden of doubt was more that[than] she could
from them I received a brief and business-like but civi[civil] and sensible reply, on which we acted, and at
and full of pity. Was is[it] wonderful that she summed up life in one bitter line?--
had driven him to desperation. In the summer following Catharine's visit to Thushcross[Thrushcross] Grange, his
know how I love him; and that, not because he's handsome, Nelly[,] but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever