All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
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Charlotte Bronte
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Happiness quite unshared can scarcely be called happiness; it has no taste.

By Charlotte Bronte

You, Jane, I must have you for my own--entirely my own.

By Charlotte Bronte

He turned away; he threw himself on his face on the sofa. 'Oh, Jane! my hope - my love - my life!' broke in anguish from his lips.

By Charlotte Bronte
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