When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open

Image, When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open

When you are inquisitive, Jane, you always make me smile. You open your eyes like an eager bird, and make every now and then a restless movement, as if answers in speech did not flow fast enough for you, and you wanted to read the tablet of one’s heart.

—Charlotte Bronte

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