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Wednesday, December 3, 2008

What sort of man was this master of Thornfield - so proud, sardonic, and harsh? Instinctively I felt that his malignant mood had its source in some cruel cross of fate. I was to learn that this was indeed true, and that beneath the harsh mask he assume lay a tortured soul, fine, gentle and kindly.