Archive | November 30, 2017

Jane Eyre (Chapter XXIII- XXIV )

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte Chapter XXIII A splendid Midsummer shone over England: skies so pure, suns so radiant as were then seen in long succession, seldom favour even singly, our wave-girt land. It was as if a band of Italian days had come from the South, like a flock of glorious passenger birds, and […]