Every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as myown: in pain and sickness it would still be dear. Yourmind is my treasure, and if it were broken, it would be mytreasure still: if you raved, my arms should confine you,and not a strait waistcoat—your grasp, even in fury, wouldhave a charm for me.

-Charlotte Brontë

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