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Vain, silly creature. Made for loving? Yes, but she’ll have no lover, for I don’t want her and she’ll see no other.
Antoinetta — I can be gentle too. Hide your face. Hide yourself but in my arms. You’ll soon see how gentle. My lunatic. My mad girl.
Here’s a cloudy day to help you. No brazen sun.
No sun…No sun. The weather’s changed.
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Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea, pg. 166.
Rochester determining his revenge.
