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勃朗特一家的故事
The Bronte Story

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10 Maria

And so now I have written it．It is three o'clock in the morning．The house is very quiet and the wind has stopped．I can hear the sound of the wood burning in the fire and the clock on the stairs．Somewhere upstairs Arthur Nicholls is sleeping quietly．

I know that Charlotte's friend， Mrs Gaskell， has nearly fin－ished her book about Charlotte．Perhaps I will show her what I have written．

Perhaps．But I don't think so．I wrote to her before，and an-swered her questions，and that is enough．She is a writer， she can write her own book．I will keep this book in my desk，for myself—and perhaps for Arthur Nicholls．There is no need for other people to read it． My daughter Charlotte is famous al－ready，and when Mrs Gaskell has written about her，she will be more famous still．

I wish my wife Maria could read Charlotte's books—and Emily's，and Anne's．Perhaps she can． We had some fine children， didn't we， Maria？

I wonder if she can hear me．It is a fine night，now that the wind has stoppod．There is a bright moon，and the sky is full of stars．I think I will go outside，and walk through the graveyard to the church，and talk to Maria there．