Jane Eyre in Flash Fiction Chapter 8 How I was promoted to a higher class Five o’clock struck; school was dismissed, and all were gone into the refectory to tea. I ventured to descend from the stool, sat on the floor, and overwhelmed by grief, I wept. I had been crushed and trodden on andContinue reading “#JaneEyreFF Rereading Jane Eyre in #FlashFiction #Chapter8 #VictorianFiction #CharlotteBronte”
Rereading Jane Eyre 