"I scorn your idea of love," I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back… — Charlotte Brontë
"I scorn your idea of love," I could not help saying, as I rose up and stood before him, leaning my back against the rock. "I scorn the counterfeit sentiment you offer; yes, St. John, and I scorn you when you offer it."
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