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The cool peace and dewy sweetness of the night filled me with a mood of hope: not hope on any definite point, but a general sense of encouragement and heart-ease.

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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Sharlotta Bronte
Charles Wellesley
Charlotte Bronte
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Mrs. Arthur Bell Nicholls
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Lord Charles Albert
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Hsia-lo-ti Po-lang-tʻe
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Sweetness
Peace
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Ease
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Dewy

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