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“~Do you like him much? ~I told you I like him a little. Where is the use of caring for him so very much? He is full of faults. ~Is he? ~All boys are. ~More than girls? ~Very likely. Wise people say it is folly to think anyboy perfect, and as to likes and diskiles, we should be friendly to all, and worship none.”

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Book:Villette
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Villette

Villette is a semi-autobiographical novel by Charlotte Brontë, published in 1853. The story follows the life of Lucy Snowe, a young woman who leaves her home in Yorkshire to pursue a career as a teacher in the fictional city of Villette. The novel explores themes of independence, love, and the search for identity, as Lucy navigates the complexities of her personal and professional life. more

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