Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë
> "Why are you silent, Jane?" > I was experiencing an ordeal: a hand of fiery iron grasped my vitals. Terrible moment: full of »
> "Why are you silent, Jane?" > I was experiencing an ordeal: a hand of fiery iron grasped my vitals. Terrible moment: full of »
> Now you are both Nana Upstairs, he thought. Nana Upstairs and Nana Downstairs, by Tomie DePaola [https://www.amazon.com/Upstairs-Downstairs-Picture-Puffin-Books/dp/0698118367/ref=sr_ »
> A Murmur in the Trees – to note – Not loud enough – for Wind – A Star – not far enough to seek – Nor near enough – to find – > »
John Singer Sargent »
This innocent country set you down in a ghetto, in which, in fact, it intended that you should perish. Let me spell out precisely what I »