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she gritted her teeth, looking more scared than angry “You won’t turn me against him! I know my father only wants to fix the things you two destroyed with your stubbornness! No matter what’s written in that letter, I…” She stopped talking the instant she finally unfolded the piece of paper in her hands. It was only then that I realized, to my surprise, that what was in her hands wasn't the slightly lilac paper that belonged to Ruth. That had fallen to the floor at her feet without either of us noticing. And, as I quickly picked it up to put it back in my bag, I realized that Jane was reading the other paper. The one that was with Ruth's letter. “What…” she gasped, her face contorting with sh

Oliver said While we were talking the sales assistant came out with some books put in a wooden box. He opened the wooden box and pulled out some books. He did not allow us to touch them with bare hands, he just put some gloves on his hands and then started taking them out of the box. He had “pride and Prejudice” and “Persuasion & Love and Friendship” written by Jane Austin, he had “Wuthering Heights” written by Emily Jane Bronte and there it was “EMILY OF NEW MOON”. With Frontispiece in Color by M.L. Kirk (SIGNED). This was the book we did not see in the first editions and this was one of them. - I will take this one. He does not have that one does he, Emma? Alice asked

Historical romances with shirtless men on the covers. "Who reads those?" I asked. "You?" "My mother. Before she died." Oh. I put the Dostoyevsky back. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." "You wouldn't. I don't talk about her." He walked past me. Reached up to a shelf I couldn't reach even on my toes. Pulled down a book. "Try this one instead." He handed it to me. "Jane Eyre." I looked at the cover. Old. Well-loved. The spine was cracked from being read a hundred times.

“ ‘Her coming was my hope each day, Her parting was my pain; The chance that did her steps delay Was ice in every vein.’” Happy Valentine’s Day, My Rebellious Heiress Oh. Oh no. Sebastian did indeed get me a Valentine’s Day gift, after all. I smile wistfully at the Jane Eyre quote and remove the top of the box. Whatever was inside, they had wrapped in a layer of silk that I peel back; then my heart explodes with what lay inside. It was a first-edition set of Jane Eyre!

“Giving us a chance means that you really give us a chance. Ryan’s impulsive but he does care because I’ve never seen him help someone else other than me and him doing this for you … he cares, Jane.” Reid left the kitchen after that and Jane felt guilt rise in her. Had she been too harsh? She just wasn’t sure about their intentions, even though they hadn’t done anything remotely mean or nasty to her since the previous night. ‘Early times,’ she thought to herself and slid off the counter. She walked up the stairs slowly and closed her bedroom door behind her softly. She changed her jeans and noticed that on her bed was an envelope and she quickly tore it open. Inside was a folded piece of pap

she said, sitting down in one of the chairs opposite his desk. His dark gaze shifted toward Alex and then up to Kerry. "I see you brought friends." Jane looked over her shoulder and put her hand out for the book. Reluctantly, Kerry handed it to her. "This is my boyfriend, Alex, and his cousin, Kerry." Professor Smiths looked down at the book and both brows lifted toward his hairline. "Where did you get this?" he asked, running his fingertips over the leather-bound cover. Jane cleared her throat. "We found it in some stuff from a relative's house. It's in Latin. Can you read it?"

“At least there isn’t any danger here “, Jane retorted, still looking around. She was looking through a stack of books on a cabinet like her life depended on it. I began to question the sense in even coming here in the first place. I didn’t know what I had hoped to find and Chloe was right; it was reckless. And I couldn’t afford to be reckless, especially not now. I was about to sink a little into despair when Jane called out. “Look I found something.” She held up a little black book that was almost identical to the one I found in my father’s study. There was only more gibberish inside. Both of us froze instantly as if in sync. There were sounds of footsteps coming from the front porch.

Jane looked at her desk with a mixture of terror and desire to crawl into a hole. Her workspace resembled a luxury boutique. On Monday, it was an overwhelming arrangement of rare white peonies and dark crimson roses. On Tuesday, a private courier delivered artisanal gelato and handmade Swiss chocolates in an understated gold box. By Thursday, it was a rare, leather-bound first edition of a classic Victorian romance novel with a handwritten note tucked inside that read: Page 142 reminds me of your purr. Jane had frantically hidden the note under her keyboard before anyone could read it, her face burning like a furnace.

Olivia dropped Jane Eyre in front of him. “I told you I don't like reading,” Tristan declined, shoving the book back to her.