
Poor Rochester tossed and turned and could not sleep. He was a passionate man but once more he was on his own. For where was Jane? (With flipping St John Rivers and his blooming sisters.) And where was Bertha? (On the flaming stairs.)
Hawker’s Pot seeks to entertain, but only because he can no longer remember what he came here for in the first place.
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