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They will both be happy, and I do not grudge them their bliss but I groan under my own misery: some of my suffering is very acute. Truly, I ought not to have been born: they should have smothered me at first cry.

Charlotte Bronte

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Charlotte Bronte
Age: 38 †
Born: 1816
Born: April 21
Died: 1855
Died: March 31
Novelist
Poet
Thornton
West Yorkshire
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Syarŭllotʻŭ Bŭrontʻe
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Шарлотта Бронте
Sharlotta Bronte
Charles Wellesley
Charlotte Bronte
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Mrs. Arthur Bell Nicholls
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Florian Wellesley
Lord Charles Albert
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Hsia-lo-ti Po-lang-tʻe
Cry
Truly
Ought
Smothered
Suffering
Groan
Happy
Acute
Born
Grudge
Firsts
Bliss
First
Misery

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