Abstract
AbstractIt is more than 120 years since Charlotte Bronte was taken by her father to the Clergy Daughters School at Cowan Bridge. That quiet little creature, diminutive even for her mere eight years, who was to thrust an uneasy fame upon the school, was enrolled as its thirtieth pupil. According to the register, she had had whooping cough and been vaccinated, she read tolerably, wrote indifferently, ciphered a little and worked neatly, but knew nothing of grammar, geography, history or accomplishments.
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