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Charlotte Brontë - One does not jump, and spring, and...

One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah at hearing one has got a fortune, one begins to consider responsibilities, and to ponder business on a base of steady satisfaction rise certain grave cares, and we contain ourselves, and brood over our bliss with a solemn brow. (Charlotte Brontë)

One does not jump, and spring, and shout hurrah at hearing one has got a fortune, one begins to consider responsibilities, and to ponder business on a base of steady satisfaction rise certain grave cares, and we contain ourselves, and brood over our bliss with a solemn brow.

Charlotte Brontë

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