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"I liked bonbons too in those days, Miss Eyre, and I was croquant - (overlook the barbarism) - croquant chocolate comfits, and smoking alternately, watching meantime the equipages that rolled along th

"I like this day; I like that sky of steel; I like the sternness and stillness of the world under this frost. I like Thornfield, its antiquity, its retirement, its old crow-trees and thorn-trees, its