START: Dear sir. Day and night I find ne...

Bronte

Charlotte Bronte

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START: Dear sir. Day and night I find neither rest nor peace. For three months I have waited and still you torture me with no reply. Nothing.

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END: Me, of importance to him in any way? Look at that tired, uneven, charmless face. Whenever in future you imagine that he thought well of you, take out your mirror and look at yourself.

Polly Teale, Bronte, NHB Modern Plays, Kindle Edition, 2014, p.50

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