Hopeless of the future, I wished but this- that my Maker had that night thought good to require my soul of me while I slept; and that this weary frame, absolved by death from further conflict with fate, had now but to decay quietly, and mingle in peace with the soil of this wilderness.
Charlotte BronteAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist
- Nationality: british
- Born: April 21, 1816
- Died: March 31, 1855