• Chapter The library looked tranquil enough as I entered it, and the Sibyl—if
• Chapter I had forgotten to draw my curtain, which I usually did, and also to
• Chapter Presentiments are strange things! and so are sympathies; and so are
• Chapter Mr. Rochester had given me but one week’s leave of absence: yet a month
• Chapter A splendid Midsummer shone over England: skies so pure, suns so radiant
• Chapter As I rose and dressed, I thought over what had happened, and wondered