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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from Agnes Grey by Anne Bronte: herself to sleep in my lap, it was with a feeling of sadness I
could not easily disguise. Then at bed-time, when I retired with
Mary to our quiet little chamber, where already my drawers were
cleared out and my share of the bookcase was empty - and where,
hereafter, she would have to sleep alone, in dreary solitude, as
she expressed it - my heart sank more than ever: I felt as if I
had been selfish and wrong to persist in leaving her; and when I
knelt once more beside our little bed, I prayed for a blessing on
her and on my parents more fervently than ever I had done before.
To conceal my emotion, I buried my face in my hands, and they were
presently bathed in tears. I perceived, on rising, that she had
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