Charlotte is in her final days at school. Her writing has been torn
START: HEGER. There is too much embellishment, Miss Brontë. The adjectives are so many that one confuses the other, like a garden where too much is planted and nothing may grow.
END: HEGER. To hide all passion for fear of… What do you start from? Because I say passion? There is such a word and such a thing. You are no child that one should not speak of what exists.
Polly Teale, Bronte, NHB Modern Plays, Kindle Edition, 2014, pp.48-50
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