Charlotte Brontë – Jane Eyre (1847)

“Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?”

I could risk no sort of answer by this time; my heart was full.

“Because,” he said, “I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you, especially when you are near me, as now; it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous channel, and two hundred miles or so of land, come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I’ve a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly. As for you, you’d forget me.”

“That I never should, sir; you know–” impossible to proceed.

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