how morally corrupt is your 19th century love interest on a scale of “aloof rich guy who doesn’t know how to express his feelings” to “has a secret wife in the attic” and “tries to dig up your grave so he can embrace your dead body”
This is the view from Charlotte Brontë’s bedroom (now the Brontë Parsonage Museum), Haworth, Yorkshire. Charlotte was an English novelist and poet, the eldest of
the three Brontë sisters whose novels became classics of English literature.
“Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!”