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Then my sole relief was to walk along the corridor of the third storey, backwards and forwards, safe in the silence and solitude of the spot, and allow my mind's eye to dwell on whatever bright visions rose before it- and certainly they were many and glowing; to let my heart be heaved by the exultant movement which, while it swelled it in trouble, expanded it with life; and best of all, to open my inward ear to a tale that was never ended- a tale my imagination created, and narrated continuously; quickened by the incident, life, fire, feeling, that I desired and had not in my actual existence.

       Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte