No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or … - Charlotte Brontë

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No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. The first was a page so heavenly sweet, so deadly sad, that to read one line of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy. The last was an awful blank, something like then world when the deluge was gone by.