I see you and St. John have been quarrelling, Jane,' said Diana, 'during your walk on the moor. But go after him; he is now lingering in the passage expecting you - he will make it up.'I have not much pride under such circumstances: I would always rather be happy than dignified; and I ran after him - he stood at the foot of the stairs.
Charlotte BronteAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: british
- Born: April 21, 1816
- Died: March 31, 1855
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