My hopes were all dead — - struck with a subtle doom, such as, in one night, fell on all the first-born in the land of Egypt. I looked on my cherishe… - Charlotte Brontë

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My hopes were all dead — - struck with a subtle doom, such as, in one night, fell on all the first-born in the land of Egypt. I looked on my cherished wishes, yesterday so blooming and glowing; they lay stark, chill, livid corpses that could never revive. I looked at my love: that feeling which had been my master's — - which he had created; it shivered in my heart, like a suffering child in a cold cradle; sickness and anguish had seized it; it could not seek Mr Rochester's arms — - it could not derive warmth from his breast. Oh, never more could it turn to him; for faith was blighted — confidence destroyed!