Agnes Grey Anne Brontë

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All obvious narratives contain guidance; however, in a few, the fortune might be elusive, and when found, so inconsequential in amount, that the dry, wilted bit hardly makes up for the difficulty of popping the nut. Regardless of whether this be the situation with my history or not, I am not really capable to pass judgment. I once in a while figure it may demonstrate valuable to a few, and engaging to other people; however the world may decide for itself. Protected by my own haziness, and by the pass of years, and a couple of invented names, I don’t dread to wander; and will truly lay before the open what I would not unveil to the most personal companion.

My dad was a priest of the north of England, who was deservedly regarded by all who knew him; and, in his more youthful days, lived pretty serenely on the joint salary of a little incumbency and a cozy little property of his own. My mom, who wedded him against the desires of her companions, was an assistant’s girl, and a lady of soul. Futile it was spoken to her, that on the off chance that she turned into the helpless parson’s better half