Publisher Description
My father was a clergyman of the north of England, who was deservedly respected by all who knew him; and, in his younger days, lived pretty comfortably on the joint income of a small incumbency and a snug little property of his own. My mother, who married him against the wishes of her friends, was a squire's daughter, and a woman of spirit. In vain it was represented to her, that if she became the poor parson's wife, she must relinquish her carriage and her lady's-maid, and all the luxuries and elegancies of affluence; which to her were little less than the necessaries of life.
Customer Reviews
LisaMariemcdade
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Agnes grey
A lovely delicate tale of love unrequited and a story almost missed, with Cupid’s bow the victor only at the very end. Pure Bronte.