Herfatherhadquiteenoughofthespiritofhero-worshipinhimtomakehimtakeavividpleasureintheaccountsofwhatshehadheardandwhomshehadseen。ItwasontheoccasionofoneofhervisitstoLondonthathehaddesiredhertoobtainasightofPrinceAlbert’sarmoury，ifpossible。Iamnotawarewhethershemanagedtodothis；butshewenttooneortwoofthegreatnationalarmouriesinorderthatshemightdescribethesternsteelharnessandglitteringswordstoherfather，whoseimaginationwasforciblystruckbytheideaofsuchthings；andoftenafterwards，whenhisspiritsflaggedandthelanguorofoldageforatimegotthebetterofhisindomitablenature，shewouldagainstrikeonthemeasurewild，andspeakaboutthearmiesofstrangeweaponsshehadseeninLondon，tillheresumedhisinterestintheoldsubject，andwashisownkeen，warlike，intelligentselfagain。
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HerlifeatHaworthwassounvariedthatthepostman’scallwastheeventofherday。Yetshedreadedthegreattemptationofcentringallherthoughtsuponthisonetime，andlosingherinterestinthesmallerhopesandemploymentsoftheremaininghours。Thussheconscientiouslydeniedherselfthepleasureofwritingletterstoofrequently，becausetheanswerswhenshereceivedthemtooktheflavouroutoftherestofherlife；orthedisappointment，whentherepliesdidnotarrive，lessenedherenergyforherhomeduties。
Thewinterofthisyearinthenorthwashardandcold；itaffectedMissBronte’shealthlessthanusual，however，probablybecausethechangeandthemedicaladviceshehadtakeninLondonhaddonehergood；probably，also，becauseherfriendhadcometopayheravisit，andenforcedthatattentiontobodilysymptomswhichMissBrontewastooapttoneglect，fromafearofbecomingnervousherselfaboutherownstateandthusinfectingherfather。ButshecouldscarcelyhelpfeelingmuchdepressedinspiritsastheanniversaryofhersisterEmily’sdeathcameround；alltherecollectionsconnectedwithitwerepainful，yettherewerenooutwardeventstocalloffherattention，andpreventthemfrompressingharduponher。Atthistime，asatmanyothers，IfindheralludinginherletterstothesolacewhichshefoundinthebookssentherfromCornhill。
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